last words (for this phase in life)

This is the last hour before I leave my insincerity.

Before I turn into something less immature than a high school graduate and more gracious than a college student.

Before I enter the reality and the rest of it.

I'm on the brink of an abyss that's filled with color and these aren't my last words, 

but rather my first.

These are my first words:

Never forget the eyes that made sense to you,

the people that called you by something that wasn't your name,

the clean-up-after's and those that laughed at things they shouldn't have.

Never forget the songs that lined the street lamps on the commuter lane,

the late night snacks you stole past midnight

the extra dollars your friends chipped in

the way you laughed at anything because you had time for it.

And we loved to commit beautiful crimes and write stories with our eyes.

Never forget the people that loved you

when you didn't even know yourself

and even those who didn't

but found the time to love you eventually.

I will never forget the circles we danced in

running in the pitch black

past midnight

because everything happened past midnight.

I'm walking onto higher ground and leaving the small world behind

and it's still beautiful there

but it doesn't belong to me anymore

and I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.