It Was Supposed to Be a Celebration.

It Was Supposed to Be a Celebration.

Kass Rasmussen - 2020 GRHS Graduate

Written by: Kass Rasmussen – 2020 GRHS Graduate

It was supposed to be a celebration.
No boundaries.
Endless hugs.
I was supposed to hold my friends tight.
Our last hurrah.
Different colleges,
Different paths,
Our futures did not align,
But it did not matter.
In this moment we made it.
We made it all the way to
Pandemic.
Lockdown.
Isolation.
Outbreak.
It was supposed to be a celebration.
My cap lays on the floor.
When it should be in the air.
Instead of sweat and tears of joy,
The air is humid with too many cans
Of Lysol spray.
No stage to walk across
In front of the most important people in my life.
An empty auditorium.
A disinfected diploma,
Placed from one gloved hand to another.
Can you hear the “congratulations”
Through the fabric of his mask?
It was supposed to be a celebration.
But instead it feels hallow.
Bittersweet.
What is the cost of making it?
Where are the people who got me here?
Alone.
No festivities.
Silence.
Our last hurrah is muffled
In news stories of death.
Maybe I don’t have it that bad.
But that day was a step.
That day.
You can skip a step in a staircase
But you may just
Stumble.
I will move forward
But never forget what I missed.
Call me a drama queen.
But…
It was supposed to be a celebration.

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