:: Four Years ::
For safe keeping... written June 2004, Senior Year of High School
Four Years
June’s here and reality’s still miles away -
Did senior year really begin and end in just one day?
A year of an unforgettable journey filled with laughter, tears, heartache and pain…
Could there have been any more rain?
New friendships emerged from out of the blue,
Promises broke as they were inevitably meant to do.
Existing friendships traveled in directions never expected,
As hearts’ passions were unveiled after years of being fretted.
Four years ago I would have never imagined standing here…
Standing here with eighteen years of life gone by with such little fear.
I should be nervous and excited for the future, as I’m just one week away from that hard-earned walk,
Yet, I’m still here reminiscing on past events in a simple talk.
Four years ago, I could’ve never imagined the blessings of my irreplaceable friends -
From a Supersponge of more than half a decade, where do I even begin?
Always there when endless raindrops begin to fall,
Always there within an effortless phone call.
From the Hermit that gradually just grew on me:
‘If you find one, you find the other’ - we’re a lock and key.
Carefree and unafraid of the world,
It’s in his arms I am forever curled.
From the blessing of my long lost sister -
Separated at birth and sixteen years later, we’re finally brought back together.
An inseparable pair of talks, giggles and fear of spiders,
Our time apart has only made us more stubborn and stronger individualistic fighters.
Whether it’s four in the afternoon or four in the morning,
A friend’s instinct is always on the mark for knowing…
Knowing when it’s the time to talk or when it’s the time to stay quiet;
Knowing when he’s needed the most in a riot.
Four years ago, I didn’t think it was possible to want out…
I was overly protected but never seen with a pout.
Then high school began and I became a hell-child -
God knows I wasn’t an easy one to keep mild.
Four years ago, I couldn’t even imagine four years ahead.
Now, as the countdown begins, I realize there’s still so much that is being left unsaid.
As we part and go our separate ways to live out our life story tale,
There are no more tears, words or emotions left for me to wail.
Why? Because,
There are no words to express the pain I feel in watching you leave.
There are no emotions to show you how my heart is breaking because I’m already missing you.
There are no tears to cry because I am so happy for all that you have accomplished and will accomplish
As you take life into your own hands.
In four seemingly long years,
I’ve learned
To Never give up and never let go.
To treasure those I love as well as those I hate;
To cherish each day I live with the people in my life,
For who knows when someone might suddenly join the heavens above;
To smile and laugh as long as the sun still shines and stars can be seen in the night sky;
And most importantly,
To finally accept the fact that we’re growing up and we’re adults… no matter how scary that may be.
Four Years
June’s here and reality’s still miles away -
Did senior year really begin and end in just one day?
A year of an unforgettable journey filled with laughter, tears, heartache and pain…
Could there have been any more rain?
New friendships emerged from out of the blue,
Promises broke as they were inevitably meant to do.
Existing friendships traveled in directions never expected,
As hearts’ passions were unveiled after years of being fretted.
Four years ago I would have never imagined standing here…
Standing here with eighteen years of life gone by with such little fear.
I should be nervous and excited for the future, as I’m just one week away from that hard-earned walk,
Yet, I’m still here reminiscing on past events in a simple talk.
Four years ago, I could’ve never imagined the blessings of my irreplaceable friends -
From a Supersponge of more than half a decade, where do I even begin?
Always there when endless raindrops begin to fall,
Always there within an effortless phone call.
From the Hermit that gradually just grew on me:
‘If you find one, you find the other’ - we’re a lock and key.
Carefree and unafraid of the world,
It’s in his arms I am forever curled.
From the blessing of my long lost sister -
Separated at birth and sixteen years later, we’re finally brought back together.
An inseparable pair of talks, giggles and fear of spiders,
Our time apart has only made us more stubborn and stronger individualistic fighters.
Whether it’s four in the afternoon or four in the morning,
A friend’s instinct is always on the mark for knowing…
Knowing when it’s the time to talk or when it’s the time to stay quiet;
Knowing when he’s needed the most in a riot.
Four years ago, I didn’t think it was possible to want out…
I was overly protected but never seen with a pout.
Then high school began and I became a hell-child -
God knows I wasn’t an easy one to keep mild.
Four years ago, I couldn’t even imagine four years ahead.
Now, as the countdown begins, I realize there’s still so much that is being left unsaid.
As we part and go our separate ways to live out our life story tale,
There are no more tears, words or emotions left for me to wail.
Why? Because,
There are no words to express the pain I feel in watching you leave.
There are no emotions to show you how my heart is breaking because I’m already missing you.
There are no tears to cry because I am so happy for all that you have accomplished and will accomplish
As you take life into your own hands.
In four seemingly long years,
I’ve learned
To Never give up and never let go.
To treasure those I love as well as those I hate;
To cherish each day I live with the people in my life,
For who knows when someone might suddenly join the heavens above;
To smile and laugh as long as the sun still shines and stars can be seen in the night sky;
And most importantly,
To finally accept the fact that we’re growing up and we’re adults… no matter how scary that may be.