physicsisthefuture

The last time I’m in that classroom again. 

It never stays. 

Doing Science Olympiad: hectic team camaraderie and you know it’s beautiful and you know it can never last.

One day, I will play with my siblings for the last time before they’re too old for that stuff.

One day, I’ll look out the window and see my town for the last time.

One day, I’ll shut my laptop and never open it back up. 

One day, hopefully far, far, in the future, I’ll go to bed, and not get to wake up. 

 

A crisp fall afternoon, slightly drizzly. This isn’t summer anymore.

Cherry blossoms are the proverbial example of this, but it’s really fall leaves. Beautiful splendor, you can see it fail.

One day I will worry about what college I will go to for the last time before I open that letter.

One day I’ll see a winter and I won’t get to see a spring.

 

And one day,

one day that I’ll only notice months, years, decades later,

I can’t remember what I was doing yesterday.

I can’t remember my mom’s face.

I can’t remember the date.

I can’t remember to remember.

 

The first flake of snow drops.