end of the year

Seniors graduate 

move on with their lives

houses are emptied 

houses are filled with new occupants

acquaintances, never to be seen again

transfers, existing solely in pictures

The end of the year

strikingly familiar to the last

preparations for goodbyes are never fully ready

cramming memories in these last days makes me wonder

could I have been living life richer 

that’s the knock out, the blow 

inspiring change and plans of happiness 

fall holds the morning sun, a fresh pallet 

that’s what keeps people going I guess 

no need to be sad