What a strange thing it is
To outgrow a place.
It’s like the squares of the sidewalks don’t quite fit your feet anymore.
It no longer feels
Like the ceilings were built for you.
You look at the boys and girls who have taken your place and you wonder,
Do they feel the same infinity you did?
Do they attach themselves by their shoestrings just like you did?
Everything is different
Yet everything is the same,
If you had told yourself then how temporary it all was--
You would have laughed right in your own face.
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