She walked out of her classroom, eyes scanning the walls. 

The desks, the hallways, the music room, the library. 

To some, these are just rooms or furniture. 

To her, they are everything. 

I am saying good bye to you,

my dear reader,

Because I know after I look back over my shoulder you will be gone,

onto the next page,

maybe even the next book,

For I shall say goodbye 

Always I will regret 

Remember me

Even if we’ll never meet again 

Whenever you're in despair 

I jump in my friend's car.

It's filled basically to the brim.

The area is small and compact.

How did she fit this many people in her tiny car?

I must leave the past behind.

I can't hold on to it any longer.

I must walk away from the past if I want a good future...

I must walk away from the past if I want to be free...

Turning away from an old life

Tricky and sometimes with strife

It’s full of things you think you want

Sometimes it will dare to taunt

Why must the things we want be of danger

A house holds memories

One look over my shoulder, and they are gone

The house is so bright

So full of orange light

I have memories in that house

I fight everything 

To not turn back

To not run away

But my eyes still 

Land on her face

My feet become rooted 

In the ground

My heart twists

In my chest

Every day he woke up to his alarm at 7 made some breakfast took a shower and got dressed. Every day he’d get to work 10 minutes early at 8:50 and brew coffee to get himself prepared for the day.

Salty.

I lick my lips, trying to clean my face. Then I remember, I am not a cat. I lift my hand to my eyes to dry the tears the old fashioned way. They are cold. I am holding hands with myself.