2:45 A.M.

LOOKING BACK 4th of November 1995





2: 45 A.M

Graduation. Beginning or the end
Men and women black.Coordinated ties,
Dresses, shoes and even stockings. Those
Rebelled left their legs as is…even
Unshaven. All in drop-dead looks. With
Tons of make-up on their twenty something
Faces. How do they look? Majority are
excited, I bet. Others, maybe lonely. Half
of them are anxious. Of what? The fear of
The unknown…of what they will become,
can they do it on their own....Deep in thought,
This is the first step of what will be…
Someday. Will I be happy? Will I be accomplished?
Questions that need to be answered.

Missed opportunities. Can I hold your hand?
Let us have this dance.A goodnight kiss?
Never did take the chance.Should have had
Made up with her? If Only I gave it a try, to
Let him cry. These embodied our humane
Existence.

Relationships.Acquintances, passed by the
Hallway and I did say hello to her.Friends
Accepted me as what I am. Lovers, we worked
It out, Independent individual, who does not
Care about the world. Embraced solitude.

Graduation. Fleeting moment.Always remembered.
Cherished forever. Received our diplomas.
And so? End of a chapter. In the book of life.
No Wait! It is just beginning…

H.M Jose