Cera W...
Yokota High School
The airplane seats I’ve grown used to Will soon ground me one last time The life I couldn’t experience Will be mine now. The beige and brown I knew by heart The green and blue dictating my life Will just be lost in the sea of colours I barely knew. “Goodbye” and “Nice to meet you” Were so common in my vocabulary. No longer must I Mutter those words. The school apparel and school seals The ones I used to collect for each new place Will come to a halt I won’t need more. The airport automatic doors shutting One final time. A future that was unsure Is now set in stone.