They're putting up the graduation stage today, in the after-rain brightness of this spring day, getting warmer. Green everywhere, lush, summer. This muggy summer smell of it-might-have-rained-this-morning-in-Eden. When I realized what the big black stage was for I felt a sharp pang of sadness that dulled as I walked under the trees across the quad. May 18th they will call your name and I don't even know if you're going to the ceremony, but that stage in the middle of lush green summer means that you are leaving and I won't see you around here.
Your car is parked at Lambda today. I'm thinking you will leave in infamy while I might slink away in heartbreak. Will you even remember me? Do I even have the distinction of being the last girl you kissed before you graduated? Maybe, maybe not, and I will probably never know...
Not even real closure. Just an absence. I guess it's only me who can control if I slink away. I said I didn't want to give you control, but I would have and wanted to actually give you everything. I'm not slinking away. I'm knowing your car is at Lambda and you are not calling me, and walking away from here through the lush green world, where the air smells wonderful and my heart is bruised but I feel the wet grass beneath my feet. It was you who ran away. I'm just leaving.
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Hey you! Just because I can't check this blog often doesn't mean you should stop posting! Please post soon!
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