Memories for a Marching Band

Memories for a Marching Band

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92 other kids are my family. I have these memories, of them. Of all my friends and what they look like, and all the things they've ever said. There are memories of who I shared shirts with, and what videos we watched. There are memories I want them to have, too. These are memories for a marching band. Formerly ALL THE PEOPLE THAT I SEE. All the people I see, I will never understand. A collection of non-fiction poetry about scenes in the lives of people closest to me. I will always remember. They won't.
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It's not the days that we remember, but it's the moments within those days that are ingrained in our minds. Those moments become treasures in a way. Anyone can walk away, anyone can leave, but the memories never will. They stay forever, the good and the bad. The painful and the cherished. Me? Oh, I don't have any memories, but someone else probably does. To someone else, I'm that person that walked away. I'm the one that left. The memories are still there though. Maybe not in my mind, but in theirs. The tragic part? I don't even know their name.

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