we’re getting old
and it doesn’t scare me
because i knew these days would come.
i’ve fallen in love with
just about every boy in this town
(five times over),
how the leaves go kaleidoscope on me
in the fall
and our football team is trash
but i still pray every year we make playoffs.
one day we’ll be old,
coming back home to collect our childhood dreams,
some of us still stuck in the hallways
because nothing ever got as good as now.
i want to go far from here,
to see a sea that isn’t so sound,
to move on land not so concrete as the pavements
i know inside and out
and back to my house.
but i’ll be there for our reunion,
hopefully well traveled and past
my teenage foolishness.
i apologize in advance
because i know that there are names i will forget
but i promise
a semblance of each of you
is with me until death.
fun fact: every year from kindergarten to the fourth grade, i shared a class with the same 25 children. i moved in the second grade (to a completely different continent) and when i returned two years later, and it was like i never left.