Grad all over again
It was my high school reunion,
A flashback to the past...
I remember-
what I wore on that high school grad (that blue velvet dress)
where it was (at the convention center)
with my date(Allen), on June 21 1997
and most of all how it was,
the exitement, the way we looked all dressed up
the way we celebrated as if there was no tomorrow.
Now, ten years later,
It was going to happen all over again.
Dear Sir Winston Churchill Graduate,
We are pleased to invite you to the high school reunion of the graduating class of 97'
Where: Sir Winston Churchill high school
when: 8:00-10:00 pm, July 21 2007
now, then years later,
It was going to happen all over again.
All the years of my teenage life summed up
in one night.
One of the most important events in ones life.
It was amazing how a little card found in the mail
could~~ speed up a beating heart
and shorten~~ the eager breath
as I found myself
remembering those passed days
Phoning up old high school friends -
(the ones i kept in touch with)
rearranging business appontments, rescheduling dates.
Digging up~~ those year books,
rereading ~~ the faded autographs,
of my fellow classmates
reliving.
Redoing my hair and nail polish
at least a thousand times.
Deciding on which pair of shoes would match
the dress i wore to our wedding reception.
i left my ring at our house ,
on his dusty piano.
I entered my old school in a flood of memories,
Seeing people whom I knew, but just couldn't recognize,
Seeing old teachers,
finding out who still taught and who gave in
to retirement
Starting out strangers again,
but this time not too timid.
As the uneasy silence broke, rose like smoke that dissappeared into the air,
Happiness rang out in reunion of lost freinds and lovers
As the champagne bottles pop pop'd
like a starting pistol
High school all over again.
We danced like teenagers in the school gym
to music
then trendy, now oldies.
We drank alcohol
this time with out need of fake id
the sounds of voices escalating
as each retold their life.
Fighting, ~~this time for attention.
The mood lightening as the camera flashes click'd
By the end of the night,
all happy and giddy with promises of get togethers
and empty invitaions for coffee and dinner
exchanging of numbers and addresses
writen on napkins smeared with cake
with no need to wait for their parents cars
or worry about the science project due
Convert to strangers once again to drive back to their cold dinners and over due papers .
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