I took a three hour nap
The sun had set
And the darkness resounded in every corner of the house
I wake in pain
Nostalgic memories linger in my brain like
Trying to remember a long gone smell
Like a song that no matter how many times you play it,
It’s not the same as the first time you heard it
My body warping,
Spiraling,
A foreshadowing pattern haunts my mind
“Candy bars breaking in half”
Is what Amber McBride calls a family shattering
In elementary school
My friends and I played family
Wore glowsticks on Halloween
Walked on the gravel around
The same place where we had field days full
Of bean bag races and silly string
I still have that drawing of us
The marker ink is the only part of our friendship
That has not faded
“Candy bars breaking”
In middle school, the days were sweet & short
Moments like a lollipop that we were rushing
To finish to get to the bubblegum in the middle
I was private school and our entire class was a friend group
The only thing that could separate us was the physical distance of the pandemic
Our adventures in Forest Hill Park were as magical as
Bridge to Terabithia
Years later we turned out to be a sea of buried phone numbers
“Candy bars breaking”
In high school,
Friends are like interest,
Something that compounds over the years
What we hold now is golden:
Group chats and irreplaceable photo shoots of
Moments together
Promises to stay in touch are not enough
Because we are not kids anymore and are old enough to understand
To know promises can be broken
We are halfway through the school year and
I am both happy and daunted at the same time
Fearing another candy bar breaking
Gripping this one with my heart
In the darkness of the eighth hour
I lie
A warping mess on my mattress
Pretending the broken chocolate on the floor does not bother me
Begging myself to to discard it
But the memories are a joy etched in my brain
They are part of who I am
So, I am cursed with a suffering of longing for the clock to turn back
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
I took a three hour nap
The sun had set
And the darkness resounded in every corner of the house
I wake in pain
Nostalgic memories linger in my brain like
Trying to remember a long gone smell
Like a song that no matter how many times you play it,
It’s not the same as the first time you heard it
My body warping,
Spiraling,
A foreshadowing pattern haunts my mind
“Candy bars breaking in half”
Is what Amber McBride calls a family shattering
In elementary school
My friends and I played family
Wore glowsticks on Halloween
Walked on the gravel around
The same place where we had field days full
Of bean bag races and silly string
I still have that drawing of us
The marker ink is the only part of our friendship
That has not faded
“Candy bars breaking”
In middle school, the days were sweet & short
Moments like a lollipop that we were rushing
To finish to get to the bubblegum in the middle
I was private school and our entire class was a friend group
The only thing that could separate us was the physical distance of the pandemic
Our adventures in Forest Hill Park were as magical as
Bridge to Terabithia
Years later we turned out to be a sea of buried phone numbers
“Candy bars breaking”
In high school,
Friends are like interest,
Something that compounds over the years
What we hold now is golden:
Group chats and irreplaceable photo shoots of
Moments together
Promises to stay in touch are not enough
Because we are not kids anymore and are old enough to understand
To know promises can be broken
We are halfway through the school year and
I am both happy and daunted at the same time
Fearing another candy bar breaking
Gripping this one with my heart
In the darkness of the eighth hour
I lie
A warping mess on my mattress
Pretending the broken chocolate on the floor does not bother me
Begging myself to to discard it
But the memories are a joy etched in my brain
They are part of who I am
So, I am cursed with a suffering of longing for the clock to turn back
I was never prepared to grow up; I thought we would be kids forever