All the high school sweethearts
from this year and last yearand every other year are gathered
in the gym. You remember her.You remember him. The band
plays every couple’s honor songbut nobody takes the floor
except the King and Queenof Memory. Maybe a few
sweethearts are still in lovewith each other but everybody
else is just sipping nostalgiafrom a plastic cup. Funny
how beautiful our scarsbecome. After the band plays
one last ballad, a few stragglerslinger at the door, wanting
more, please, a little more,but everybody else will say
goodbye to their favorite ghostand travel home, fast or slow,
to whom they treasure most.