Tomorrow I graduate.
and as I walk that stage I will leave behind a piece of me.
a feeling of leaving summer camp
of hugging all my friends goodbye
and crying in the car thinking of all the beautiful times left behind me
but I’ll be glad to be back in my bed.
I’ve had a lifetime of goodbyes
of coming and going and never staying for too long.
But too long was not too long for the years I spent here
For the city that engulfed me with open arms,
for the friends that became the threads for a tapestry of life
for the one person who was the whole image
and every corner of my world.
You never realize how beautiful things are
until they’re behind you
and you look back through the rear window
of the car packed with everything you own,
and your heart is hurting with a dull ache
for the life you built.
For the happy moments, the tragic ones,
the monumental obstacles that are now miniscule from the distance.
A complicated picture
made up of millions of pixels
while your hands itch to build
a new one before you
square by square.
as I walk the stage tomorrow
I won’t tell anyone how I feel,
I’ll think of the things I could’ve done
the people I could have befriended
It’ll be cliche and sad and exciting
like how much my heart will ache
as I walk the runway onto the plane
in 3 months time
and watch my beautiful city recede
from a world
to toy buildings
to bright lights
to a single speck on a large Earth.
A new world that is waiting for me to create it.
Growing up is so very painful
rearranging bones and stretching out skin,
discovering yourself and deciding if you like who that is.
I may cry for the things I leave behind
but I am happy for what is ahead of me.
My life will be nothing but beautiful
if i make it so
because as much as it hurts to grow
it hurts even more to stay the same.