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Dec 2017
i like to think about
the time before
my life was familiar to me.
remember when the tiles of this
hallway had never
seen my footsteps?
remember when the buttons of this
elevator had never
felt my fingertips?
remember when the music that
filled this hall had never
been made by me?
my memory of the flags in the windows
and the trees breaking up
the pavement in the parking lot
and the glass doors made of
piano keys
it never meant anything then.
i only thought i understood
what i was seeing
when i thought iā€™d never
see it again.
the painting in front of me
has changed me as much
as i changed it.
just think
if i saw the same things a year ago
as what iā€™m seeing today
and nothing seems the same
how different will everything be
tomorrow?
my college campus. i think back to when i arrived here years ago when i didn't know this is where i would end up and realize that i passed by so many buildings that would become so important to me. my mom and i got lost once right next to what would become my dorm building. i wish i could blow the mind of my younger self, approach him and say "hey, guess what? that place right there? it'll be your home one day. you'll ******* love it. you're gonna be fine, kid."
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alex  22/Non-binary
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