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| 23 Sep 2024 | |
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Reflection
There’s a girl I once knew and she’s in every picture frame, on every wall - I follow her like a celebrity but she doesn’t know me at all. I think we look kind of similar or at least we did – when my hair, my height was shorter, when my hemlines were so much longer, when green was the colour I loved most of all – but she’s not under the carpet, under my bed, behind my drawer – I can’t reach her – I’m homesick for the girl I was before.
These are old bones – I’ve been told – by the girls of today, whose days breathe green and silver, whose mirrors are their picture frames. I miss them – I miss me – because their footsteps were my own – they walk to class down the paths that I once called my home. Their chat was my chat – it lingers in the corridors – time has weaved their words and mine and I cling onto it, I try, but wherever I look the girl I was has simply passed me by. I miss her laugh – I miss her life – the people that made her me and Surbiton whole – there’s a hole in my patchwork, the stuff that makes me up, and the more I sew it shut I know that I can’t give her up.
She was cosy – but too small. I grew outwards, bigger, I couldn’t keep her whole. The time was right to go, like all those girls before who left it all behind and forged new paths and learned new lines to play their part in life. But all paths have beginnings, and all plays have many drafts – 140, if we’re counting, and 140 has gone fast. So if the girl I knew is me and she is me and them – then all I see is a circle, a bridge, a trend. So – she’s not lost, the girl, she’s everywhere and most of you I see are you and her and me.
And if that’s true, I guess, it’s okay that we might not meet again. The girl with shorter hair and longer skirts was my home – but my home was more than that. It was you – and is, because Surbi’s still around – and was, and will be, as long as we can all be found. As long as our days breathe green and silver, as long as we set the tracks – to not, the place, but the spirit, the people, who keep us coming back.
