Senior year is over now,
just a bittersweet memory.
All those endless lessons
about pointless numbers,
much-abused grammar,
animalian anatomy,
and futures we never achieved
have stuttered to a stop.
The plays play back
like weather-worn VHS.
The drama is reduced to
a handful of notes
and faded candid photos.
The memories are there,
poignant and happy alike.
But you can't fit into
your old cheerleading outfit
and your old football jersey
is just a retired number
attached to a name.
None of it is real anymore,
but it was fun while it lasted.
Wasn't it?
YOU ARE READING
The Places You Go In Your Mind
PoetryA collection of poetry that reflects the poet's state of mind over the course of many years. The poems are largely unrelated and cover many topics.
