Force


Selfie of me in a zoom waiting room.

“You can’t go home again. Your childhood is lost.
The friends of your youth are gone.
Your present is slipping away from you.
Nothing is ever the same.”
- Heraclitus


Seeing your childhood best friend is like
whiplash stopping you right in your tracks;
free body diagrams and negative acceleration,
friction in the opposite direction,
glass once held together by molecular bonds
broken.