Author: forgotten-magick PM
a poem for my best friend who's just the merest bit nostalgic about high school.Rated: Fiction K - English - Spiritual - Words: 128 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-06-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2514006
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After these four years end
After summer vacation disappears
After the last proms, plays, rallies, and games
Where are we supposed to go?
If college doesn't call
And jobs are hard to find
And travel is impossible
What are we supposed to do?
For some of us, the leaving is hard.
Far too hard to comprehend and
We return to walk the halls in silence
Where else are we supposed to go?
We need to touch the ugly lockers
Surround ourselves with bright posters
Smell the stale air and textbooks once more
What else are we supposed to do?
For my best friend Alyssa who misses high school more than anyone I've ever met. I don't miss it, but I can understand why she does.