018751 this was the lunch code I was given
My first day of third grade
My teacher wrote on my hand
With a green marker that smelled like berries
018751 this was the passcode for my first email
That my best friend made for me
Because that was the only set of numbers I could remember
For even though it was no longer written on my hand
It was still written in my brain
Etched
Each number
0
1
8
7
5
1
those who will come next
should cherish the time they get
for the minutes move faster
closer to the end
we can run fast
run forever
until we lose ourselves
our spirit
but it doesn't matter
as we sit in the grass
and breathe in
as the air grows sweet
When I am no longer
The same as I once was
And you have equally changed
All these memories and moments
That I once believed
Would last
Forever
Comments
I still use a variation of my high school ID card number as a password to this day (I'm 31)! Interesting to think about the ways in which we develop attachments and add meaning to such inconsequential things sometimes.
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