20/30 The Day I Didn’t Disappear

Rewriting Memory

Amidst the smoke and mirrors I now see clearer

Our paths were meant to cross, connect and intertwine

The image of what once far somehow seems nearer

In echoes and reflections of what left behind

But that was me back then as I remember when

I tried my best not to be noticed I’d even hide

And yet those with a keen eye saw me with my pen

Broken and mending while smiling on the outside

And on that particular night when we both locked eyes

The rhymes I shot lit up my sky like shooting stars

For she had glimpsed and seen right through my disguise

And years later I can write it in my memoirs

Funny how time steers through adolescent years

Wondering how quickly and swiftly it all went

Now I’m here recalling the day I didn’t disappear

With a little nostalgia but none of the torment

NaPoWriMo2026 Day 20