It's over
and the finality fills you
a balloon with helium
ready to burst with…

Is this joy?
Sorrow?
Regret?

Memories.

A/N: I'm graduating from college this week... and this is what I cam up with about it. I'm not so sure about the second stanza. I had the idea of all the emotions filling and bursting the balloon, but I couldn't figure out how to format it.