Going Back

so here's how it went:

"hey dude i missed you."

"i just like hanging out."

"where do you want to sit?"

"ours was better"

"they are so much better than us."

"ditcher."

"i'm a proud mama"

"woot."

"has he always been so masochistic?"

"didn't you hear the whistling?"

"answer you're question?"

"what question?"

"that was not your question."

"you're right."

"this is so over."

"star trek"

"i thought you said you weren't going."

"later. i'll call you, we'll hang out."

from there voices dimmed
as did the lights
and there faded the choir career of 74 seniors
some happy. some sad.
some nostalgic. some ready to break out.

in the end as i pulled out of the parking lot--
i realized what it was i missed about high school.
it wasn't the music. and it wasn't even the times with people i had graduated with.
it was more like the people i left behind.
now would i go back?
heck no,

but thankfully i don't have to.
thankfully...they all seem to be coming to me.

ahbooyah.