They say the year flew by
And they're not wrong.
Yesterday it was cold and I was wearing a jacket while waiting for the bus in October
And then I was here,
Humid and tired and waiting for the final bus
And it is almost scary.
Did a strange power bend time to this final day?
There was stress and celebration
But it all seems impossibly far now.
Do I continue to wake at an early hour
Already awaiting an alarm?
No.
The faces of the desks across from me
The ones who would talk loudly during a crucial test
Are already fading.
What did I have in my lunchbox last week?
Goldfish?
A granola bar?
Applesauce?
It is scary how easily I forget.
Days of reading
"Lady Lazarus"
And a panicked feeling when I see that twenty minutes
Is gone.
And I do not remember how I spent them.
Perhaps next year will be better.
Or maybe it will not.
I am not a prophet.
The two classes I avoided a C in
By the skin of my teeth are gone now.
Replaced perhaps foolishly with experiment classes
And an AP.
Next year is different.
But it is not next year yet.
So for now I will watch the sun set too quickly through
Another's eyes,
Hoping I do not miss an important detail while
Staring glassy eyed into the future.
But I likely already have.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.
