Memories

Do old memories haunt you? Well they sure as hell haunt me. Rather they never seem to stop haunting me. Running through my high school campus to watch a family friend in a play makes so many memories flood back into my mind like water rushing out of a broken dam. The pool, the laughs, the long practices, the kisses, the drama, and everything him. Will I always look for him there? Probably even though I don't expect him to be. He doesn't like swim. He didn't like high school. But he loved you and it wasn't enough. And the quad where you ate lunch, the different groups, the unshared food, the escalating clapping over nothing at all. Almost 4 years you stood on that hill. In real life it seems like a life time ago. When you run by it it seems like yesterday. The X building, and dance hell, the bomb threat, the APA shows, the  pictures on the wall of people you know frozen in time. The blackbox, sign songs, and the lead up to the stage that you never really had a presence on because no one gave you a chance. The competition too deep, the hurt too much you can barely bare it now. Even four years later. And so it goes onward and onward for forever. High school ends, four years compared to a life time is small, minscule even, but the memories they never stop. They never stop streaming in like nightmares into sleeping little kids' heads. Although, the difference is: they can wake up; it's all make believe. I can't, this is my reality. Memories go away. Come again another day. I'm over you. That's all for now until next time catch ya on the flip side.