“i'll come back when you call me / no need to say goodbye."
this year i'm a senior. it's difficult, saying goodbye to the things i've known for four years, but i'm also excited for what comes next. i don't want to say goodbye, though. i don't want to leave these people, these places behind.
i've still got time. i'm just not ready.
Everybody’s got to grow up sometime.
It comes on you gradually,
a creeping shadow, a leaf in the wind.
And there comes a point when you say, like you always say,
“I’m not a child anymore,”
But you don’t really mean it.
Not anymore.
You begin to miss it - those flights of fancy, fighting dragons,
meeting the love of your life in a gold-tinged dream.
Not everything’s so easy now.
There is good. Of course there is. But you feel her,
that little girl you used to be, slowly fading.
Becoming glass.
There are responsibilities now.
It hurts sometimes, being too old for Narnia.
But there are bits of Narnia here, too.
chocolate is the end of a performance, late-night rebellion, a victory dance.
mango is the sweet taste of beginnings, of hot summer evenings, of friendship.
strawberry is reflection, eating ice cream late at night and missing all the things that won’t ever happen again.
pineapple is bittersweet. the knowledge that good things are ending and others are starting. the tang of goodbyes and hellos and i’ll-miss-you’s and i-love-you’s. when will i see you again?
the child i used to be.
yes, i was alone
and yes, i was naïve,
but i didn’t care.
i didn’t care
what others thought,
what they thought of me
or who i was.
i just was.
i was innocent.
trusting.
pure in heart.
i miss her, that little girl
who saw the world
so clearly
but herself
saw not at all.
dear little girl with your head in the clouds keep laughing, don’t cry keep dreaming, don’t stop dear little girl with your armful of books ...
