The Way Time Just Slips

A graveyard without headstones or flowers,

 Haunted by the ghosts of memories,

Memories that keep playing like a broken record,

On a hot summer's day.

The sway of the trees,

The wind blowing through.

 The now vacant area was carefree, funny,

And wonderful bonds were made.

That's exactly how I felt

As I walked through the school today

That's exactly how I'll feel years from today

When I walk around one last time before saying goodbye.

To my school years and move on to college.

Years.... but it feels as if only yesterday

I was graduating from kindergarten

Funny how time flies and

The most precious things

Come in only small, one time packages.

That, in the end, is crumpled up

While the remains are seared and parched,

Imprinted forever in the deepest corner of one's memory.