Poetry

Hallways

“Hallways”

 

I walk along the familiar

square tiles of my school

for the last time.

The ones I’ve walked in

for the past 4 years. 

The ones that watched me grow.

 

I spot people who I’ve

known for years, 

both the ones I like

and dislike.

 

I think I’ll miss this

 

Seeing the same people 

on my way to class, 

the little nods and glances

we gave each other 

 

The polite smiles of recognition 

Or the shy sneaky looks

The excitement that bubbled

when you saw a friend pass by

 

After today, it will never be the same

 

There will be new tiles, 

with new people

and new looks

But no recognition

 

Maybe I’ll come back to visit one day

 

Yeah, I think I will miss this  

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