Back: A Grad Poem

By Uy Pham


To all my friends

You’ll find your way back here

from the distant future

leaving in front of the old red door

all your years of baggage

so much heavier than the backpack you used to wear

long before.

So you’ll enter

the past, weighing less

remembering more

while you wander the ancient hallways

walls adorned with gum bearing decades-old teeth marks

and suddenly you’ll hear

the clanging of locker doors

and then voices – teenage chitter-chatter

about pop quizzes and parties

echoing from the life you left behind

in all its bold carelessness

and you’ll be younger again

lines fading from your face

until you are once again yourself

scrubby hair, hoodie, dirty shoes

storming out of the red door, itching to build a new world

as the old closed

behind you.

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