College-Bound

I will miss my high school.

It was a good place.

I had fun; I worked; I learned.

I will miss the friends I made.

I chose few; few chose me.

The ones I least seen were the most genuine.

I will miss the person I met.

The memories we created are permanent.

New separation... 

It will take time to fill the nostalgic abyss.

But I look forward to where I am going.

The cold will bite harder then I've known;

The people will be unlike I've met.

It will finally be a world of my own.

I look forward to new friends.

I look forward to new experience.

I look forward to new knowledge.

I'm ready to go out on my own.

I'm ready to create myself.

I'm ready to carve my own path.