Turnstile

 I wrote this poem to sort out the feelings I had about Unigamia.

I see you all every day
Some in groups and some at play
And as you all pass through me
Here I am, the turnstile

Sometimes you don't get along
And then I wonder where you've gone
You no longer pass through me
I'll be waiting for you, the turnstile

Other times, you skip a beat
When you hear a voice, and you first meet
As your hands touch by happenstance
While passing through me, the turnstile

Some of you pass through me in a hurry
Full of dread and full of worry
You push your way to the edge,
  and as the light shines, you take a step
But you come back to me, the turnstile

And one day I ground my gears
Overcome with my own fears
That eventually you'd no longer need
To pass through old rusty me, the turnstile

I let those who jump over me
Cloud my vision so I could not see
Those who bring me the most glee
For you I loosened up my gears, the turnstile

Some of you have not come back
But this is where you first met
I hope you will not forget me in the end
For I'll always remember you