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Graduation

  • Writer: Tabatha Jenkins
    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.

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