Miscellaneous

Sometimes my mind wanders,

To every coin I spent on a gumball machine at the arcade, 

To every blue raspberry slushee that stained my tongue, 

To every promise I have ever made that’s been broken. 

I think of all the tickets I collected,

From movies with friends on school nights, 

School trips with forged signatures, 

To last-minute concerts that broke my curfew.

I think of how nearly

All these friends,

All these people, 

All these feelings, are reduced to a miscellaneous memory. 

Sometimes my mind wanders,

And I wonder:

Do they think the same of me, as I of them?

And I wonder:

Do they think of me, at all?

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By Alya Al Qassab