sometimes i am nostalgic
for moments that haven't ended yet
and for a chapter that hasn't closed.
believe me, i do not romanticize high school
those memories can meet me and my therapy bills in hell
but, but
I will miss the lunch table
the loud cafeteria and bad food
the hectic rush of open campus lunch
and the conversations we have
the vulgar, funny, shameless honest way we talk,
us kids forced to act like adults
every other hour of the day
i think most of all i will miss
the idea of a we and an us
the forced proximity
of tight halls and block schedules
and yes, the rickety old lunch tables
so next time you grab a tray and sit down
with your group, your people, your friends,
look around
see that?
that moment of teen comradery?
and all before the warning bell rings
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the poetry garden《a poetry collection》
Poetry"The flowers are dead But still, they remember The girl who bled Words, not red As she lay down to die Right on the flowers bed." An ever-growing collection of heartfelt poems.
