Erasure from Debra Ginsberg's "Waiting"
As a way of centering myself
I wanted to drive by my old high school and
My old house.
A
Sucker for nostalgia,
I was surprised to see that
My old house was still exactly where
We’d left it, the only difference being that there was a stranger in
Front of it
I looked at the house and let
Myself drown in memories.
I didn’t know then that I would
Come to a realization that had been building.
I felt that at
Twenty years old, I still knew nothing and had experienced very
Little of what I considered real life.
This poem is about:
Me