You won’t miss it—

The plain turkey sandwich your mom made every day,

That you crave every once in a while.

The quietly kind person

That you rarely talked to, 

But always saw,

Every day for four years.

You won’t miss it—

Waiting in line for buffalo wings on Friday,

Every week.

Saying good morning to Mr. Glynn,

No matter how early you arrive.

The dumb group projects

That you and your friends chat-GPT-’d entirely. 

You won’t miss it—

The coach that you looked up to, 

From tryouts to the last game.

Packing up before class was over,

And teachers begging you not to.

Playing ping pong during finals week.

Then it was senior year.

You won’t miss it—

The last home game 

You didn’t realize was your last.

The sunrise on May 29

That you didn’t want to wake up for.

The “see ya tomorrows”

To every teacher throughout the day.

You won’t miss it—

Working your minimum wage job 

That felt like a waste of time.

Practicing your sport in the cold,

Or in the freezing rain.

Long nights of studying,

Just hours before a big test

You won’t miss it—

Until it’s gone.

So enjoy it.