It was the summer of transition.
It was the summer of final adventures
trying to be squeezed into too short
of a time,
long and endless nights spent out
under the stars,
new experiences,
and goodbyes.
It was so much so soon,
and at the end,
I wasn’t ready to give it all up.
Looking back, I can’t believe how
lucky I was.
How far away it seems now.
Everything was different then.
Time felt different.
Like I had more or it,
but not at the same time.
I was running on a tight schedule,
trying to tie up lose ends and tell everyone
just how much they’ve meant to me over the years,
or in the case of some,
how much I just didn’t care.

And now, I’ve changed.
All of us have in such a short amount of time.
I party too hard to
try and forget how miserable I
feel sometimes,
my friends are about to go
off in their separate directions to
college, and I
no longer know
how I feel about you.
This summer, I felt alive,
though.
Truly and wholly
alive.