Redefining Inertia

The first few weeks of the new school term are littered with new definitions.
Fresh insights into things not unfamiliar.
As we stumble through like blind molerats,
as we forge in which direction seems forwards to us,
as we scramble to re-establish,
to re-create,
to re-discover;
we are ill-able to carry ourselves forward as one piece - no.
the feeling, living, breathing part of us remains land-locked
in times past,
in wistful wishes,
in sentimental repertoire.

Regret is
watching familiar faces walk by, waving hello, and yet realising it is indeed only the face one knows, and not the soul behind it. If time could make concessions for the "should have beens,"
I would want nothing more than
to know more than your face,
while we could still call each other classmates.

Admiration is
seeing piles of IP1 Physics notes undergoing photostating in the photocopying shop, and thinking how nice it would be if one of them was meant for you. To slowly savour, and enjoy during Physics lessons.

Freudian slip is
asking your new classmates for the next tutorial venue, hearing "V31," and catching yourself hoping you had heard her say "T31" instead.

Grandmotherhood is
Watching IP1s enjoy bridging curriculum and wishing you had a bridge that could bring you from the "now," back to the good ole days.

Nostalgia is
looking up from the second floor corridor at the bright-green one, plastered against the window panes of T31.

It seems to be staring back down at me, as if to say, "Yes, I miss you terribly too."