Reunions

Yesterday, I look as people hugging as if they haven't seen each others in 50 years. This was it. They haven't seen each other for the last 50 years. I see as they eat and laugh, but there was this one man that was alone. It made me wonder that if I had my 50th reunion, would I be alone? Or would I be the one not coming? I wonder why I couldn't bring myself to ask, would I be the enjoying this dinner with some old friends? I couldn't picture myself as one of those people. The happy ones. The ones that brought their kids and grandkids to the dinner. This made me slightly depressed.