The Past
Twelve years.
Within the snap of a finger.
Twelve years.
A strange sensation lingers.
Twelve years.
Gone in a flash.
Seeing my peers,
Emotions crash.
Falling into the crevice of disbelief,
I see them.
That uncertain feeling of grief,
I see them.
Hopelessly hopeful,
I’ll miss them.
Eyes glittering like an opal,
I’ll miss them.
