Faltering Recognition

The offramp beckons.
Thoughts have been reduced
to a dull thrumming
as the irk of impatience takes hold
as anxiety sets in
like a poison spreading through
seeping veins
the indisputable inkling
We're almost there.
Turn the corner
and we're amidst
the sprawled canal
Sidewalk
and there she is
one girl
nonchalant black dress
a free spirit
in an unfamiliar stranger
But my eyes find the tag
hanging from her shoulder
a telltale identification
and realization
hits me hard.
My hands grip the steering wheel
as uncalled nostalgia envelopes
an unsuspecting soul.
Longing for that month
the world became real
that I discovered the music
and we all
found
the artists in ourselves.
Inspiration
a gradient
and the memories flood me
because exactly one year ago
That girl was me.
I want to go back
For it's such an odd
odd feeling
not being there this
summer
I know how all the others feel
our time at CSSSA is over
expired
came to a complete end
in the clinging fragments
of a year already lost.
Alas
I wish the girl all the best
for her earthshattering month
has only just begun.