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Pomp & Circumstance

The sky was that shade of blue I’ve always
admired. The clouds were light and fluffy,
lofting high above our capped heads.
The stadium almost looked like
an ocean the way our caps and gowns
ebbed and flowed around me.
I got caught in a rip current,
torn between letting go
and
moving on.
Sure,
I had my fair share of moments
in this building,
with these people,
in these halls.
Sure,
I had made connections,
passed tests,
performed on that stage.
But did my experiences
really add up to anything
in this final moment?
Once again, (as I tend to do)
I took you and us and them for granted.
I told myself the same lies:
High school will last forever
and I will never grow up.
But as my name was read aloud
in the perfect pronunciation I live to hear,
I knew my time was over,
and I had grown up.

We were asked to look to the future,
but we were told to come back.
I guess I’m not the only one
whose heart was torn asunder.

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