Salt-streaked cheeks shine beneath fluorescent lights
As we drown in nostalgic thoughts of a simpler time full of adolescent oblivion.
The day seemed to rush in, pulling emotions from the depths of our young souls.
Diplomas declaring sentimental success rest in damp palms,
While peers silently plead for a gentle adieu
Without the twinge of missed opportunities and broken promises.
A wave of cheers slaps our faces,
A stinging reminder of how far we’ve come.
Swept out the door in uniform bliss,
We tread through bittersweet night air,
Parting in tides of uncertainty.