the best four years of my life! totally!
we tell each other with bright, cheerful
smiles, hoping the weight of the yearbook that our friends slaved over -
remember deadline week? -
would be enough to crush that nagging voice
snidely reminding us of the losses that outnumber the gains
we'll keep in touch in university! promise!
and another vow is carelessly made
(just to be broken)
with the owner secretly wishing for some catastrophic miracle
that would cause the other to vanish off the face of the earth
because the people we will miss next year are not the so-called friends we know now
but the shy strangers we met four years ago
absolutely no regrets, right? none!
we try to convince ourselves, scrolling and clicking
our way through the archives of our teenage emotions
subjecting ourselves to the cruelest of nostalgia at the most inopportune of times -
right before that history mock exam, anyone? -
never mind that we're not even old enough to sign our own field trip forms yet
you'll do great wherever you go! I know it!
is the theme for the day, the week, the month, the year
(or maybe, just this minute)
because you're sitting there, looking at each other with those brightcheerfulfake smiles
and you don't believe that. you all know it's a lie.
a complete and total lie.
but sometimes...for now, that's all you can hold onto.