OF A GOLDEN AGE

at home this weekend i found a metal lunchbox (purchased at big lots) that i carried in high school as a pencil case. apparently i stuffed it full of mementos at some point because i opened it now to find a batch of my friends’ senior pictures with inscriptions on the back. there is middle ground for people like me, people who did not love high school but who didn’t hate it either, with pleasant memories that don’t make us long to relive those days. i smile but don’t wish for seventeen; i miss people but do not seek them.

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