Graduation?

Left alone.  As everyone moves away I feel the need to hold everyone closer; too close perhaps as I drown them in my static-cling.  I hope its clear that I love them, not only the selfishness of the strength in my arms hugging them close.  Mind's are past me and so I grab the physical essence with all my strength.  Yet as I clutch at these fleeing stars, I lose my hold on things not yet past me.  No longer can she relate to my pain nor I to hers.  I grow as they pull and stretch me, ready to shoot back to the ground like a rubber band, whereas she seems to be filling herself with the toxins that make you old, create the age, a means of escape until the pressure pops and she has a hole.  I'll be left stretched and in pain, but at least I'll be whole.  Do I envy you?  Do I envy your ability to help yourself even if it kills you?  Do you ever envy me?  For my lack of angst, for my childish needing?  Well as they zoom off into their glorious futures, I wonder if its worth it.  To attach myself to stars.  Do I want the freedom to fly?  The pain of someone else's reaching arms.  The pain of being free.