"Untitled from October 29th 2025"

A year from now 

We’ll all be gone

All our friends will go away

And they’re going to better places 

But our friends will be gone away *

9 months left in grade school

This monolith

We’ve been chipping away 

Since we were only children

9 months left 

To set the foundation 

Our teachers have been building 

For more than a decade 

This next passage is the one I feel 

I am

Most equipped for

This hall

Into the ever onward

I feel thousands

thousand of hands

Lifting me up;

They in time will lift me through

Still, the door is just cracked 

And when I press my face against the glass

I see only the abyss 

(For I am the first of my siblings)

Of course 

This abyss is not quite new anymore 

I remember --Can you remember?

-- driving with my mother to my first day of High School

Four years ago

And seeing the blackness that lay beyond the safety of the her car doors

Except this time 

There will be nobody 

My parents will be at home

And my friends will all be even further

It will be I alone to face the world