fainted summer

By Cindion Huang ’25

Gently,
as the wind
touches the tip of your hair
leaving strands of golden against the
blue, blue sky,
i think of daisies
sunrise
sunsets
 
and how they shine onto your side profile
while we walked
through the unrealistic shades of green
with distant bird chatters
and fainted flower scents.
 
i touched the tender petals of some
forget-me-nots --
the imperceptible fragrance filling up
my nostrils as i appreciate their
beauty;
 
i watched as the verdant leaves of
summer trees
swayed in the bright daylight
as if waving,
and saying goodbye to you
 
to us
 
to hundreds of
meals we shared
conversations we had;
 
to this wonderful year
start
and passed
like a gust of wind --
 
never looking back.
 
to the Class of 2022:
we will never,
ever
forget you.