Graduation 1988

Sad memories, some say, are meant to fade
Nevertheless, we shall cling to the ones that truly broke our hearts

One of mine will forever be graduation day
When everything seemed perfect
My day had come --
High school was over --
And everyone was celebrating
Afterwards I stood upon the steps
When my oldest friend
told me that
he
loved
me

Though I knew I loved him back
And I wanted to whisper that into his ear
-- I was leaving

Last day in the former school
Final hours in the old neighborhood

So I held the truth from him to cover my pain
And forever lamented never confessing my heart

This poem will be published in ETERNAL PORTRAITS sponsored by Poetry.com and is also featured at Bay Front Press