~Vinny Hogan, Class of 2025
Years Pass in Minutes
Man, it wasn’t nothin like that first time, she was in my math class
~J. Cole
After I left for private school, I never thought I’d see her again.
My mind, a tornado of surprise and astonishment.
It was the girl I’d been crushing on since the 1st grade, hadn’t seen her since 5th.
She looked cute as Hell, the spandex making her pop, if you know what I mean.
The little voice in my head, sending thoughts to my brain as fast as a quarterback’s throw.
“Maybe she remembers you.” The little innocent boy, a cadet in a group of marines.
I brush off these thoughts, and the fact I even saw her, like the windshield wipers on a car. “That era was over.
Of course she doesn’t remember you. Of course she doesn’t remember you. Of course she doesn’t remember you.”
That same night. I’m manning the door for Halloween, controlling the hoards of beastly little kids from stealing candy.
She walks up to my door with a group of her friends, matching clothes like a sports team.
My hands become a leaky faucet, filled with water, while my mind races around and around like the Indy 500.
We lock eyes. Seeing into one another like an open window.
I saw the 9 year old me, swimming in the blue of her iris.
She hadn’t seen me earlier that day, but at least she had then.
Thank god for the puny world we live in.
What are the chances?
Wow Vinny, awesome job! It was cool to hear your experience writing and presenting this poem. You did a great job, and you had the guts to present that poem; something that I wouldn’t have done. Nice Job!