Mr. Fisher is dead.
Dr. Baughman is dead.
That old diner that you went to
with the old crew
on the good old weekends?
The diner with the giant bucket in the back
filled with cassettes for sale?
It’s a bank now.
No joke.

That innocent hot girl In Chem 102
whom you sat behind,
the one with the short hair
and the echo of a tattoo
at the nape of her neck
is a mother now
and quite possibly a great aunt,
to boot.

The worlds that you left behind
have left you behind, too.
The things from your past
that you may remember fondly
think nothing of you. 
They struggled to survive
for a while
but finally failed
becoming something else
or, as is so often the case,
eventually becoming nothing.

Your history
for the most part
is gone
but you’re still here
to make a new history.
Make the most of it.