Nostalgia

Nostalgia.
The last weeks of school this year.
The last days of middle school.
The last hours of homework,
The last minutes of classes,
The last moments before ...
The last time I hear those sweet sounds.
The last time the children tap their feet in anticipation and stare at the clock, and, when the time comes, jump up and scream.
It's the last time they are children.
We'll all be older next year,
expected to be more mature,
to behave properly,
to not be childish.
The last time we steal each other's lunch boxes,
The last time we lay in the Commons and stretch,
The last time we jump down from bleachers,
The last time we have fun at the playground,
The last time we have a middle school dance,
The last time we're all together,
All of these last times …
Nostalgia.
Will I ever forget?