A Love Letter to the Class of ‘99
I feel time.
Beautiful shadows of young dreams
peer through the blazing eyes
of the adult versions of ourselves.
With a smile, we release the tension and the nerves.
How refreshing it is to be remembered.
The past arrives in our veins abruptly,
with drunk fire.
And for a moment reminds us of who we were.
I honor it and drink it in one gulp.
I will remember you, my friends.
With you, I discovered my core.
And so, you became a part of that.