“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