Graduation
- Tabatha Jenkins
- Apr 20, 2017
- 1 min read
I think now
to myself
and calculate
how much time
remains.
Everything
has happened so fast
and I've struggled
to achieve
everything
I'm supposed to
while also
memorizing
the lines of your face,
the sound of your laugh,
the secret jokes we whispered,
the bond we created.
I'm sorry if
I was impatient,
if I was ever short.
It's just that
as I look around now
I realize,
the minutes are running out,
the room is mostly empty
and I never saw it happen.
I saw the signs
from the corner of my eye
and then quickly closed them.
My disconnection and my denial
were my saving graces,
and now
I just pray they haven't
swallowed me.
