Batchmates

In highschool alone,
Three schools I’ve known;
Although I have coped,
Friends were never developed.

I’ve always been a solo flighter,
All is shallow, nothing deeper;
Though, for the last year,
Two close friends are dear.

Years have passed, I also lost track,
Family moved, never got back;
How they’re doing, I don’t know,
I wish I can find them somehow.

Last year a batchmate found me,
A few were looking all around with glee;
I missed the 25th anniversary,
But I’m glad to be part of Pilarians 83!