Ms. Riorden’s Room

I saw you at the top of the stairs

A vision of the past

With your white buck teeth

That had a slight over bite

As you approached me

It was different.

We were once there

in Ms. Riordan’s

room, where it smelled

of old cigarette butts.

Knowing that

Mother Time

Has changed this

World that I’d once known

Made me feel

Eccentric.

By: Nyan Min