graduation

how do i write about
more than half of my life
coming to an end

starting at five
the same wide eyes, the same smiles
walk down the aisle
thirteen years later

those wide eyes and smiles
possibly never seen again,
or maybe two or three or twenty years
go by before hands shake

maybe this is the last time we're all here
together, as one
collective family of strangers
life will never be like now

but life goes on;
faces change and smiles sag
and eyes shine less and less
but we can always remember the class of 2019