When we leave
each other
this place,
to go away,
on our journeys,
perhaps
we will return,
to each other
once again.
But for now,
for now,
for those of us
who will leave,
let us take nothing
nothing away,
save the memories
of us
of a you
and a me,
an us,
that was
this time
and for those
of you,
who stay behind,
to belong here,
between the walls,
along the corridors,
in the footsteps
that we will leave,
where we used to walk,
remember us well,
not for who we were,
but for what
we have done,
for from here,
we leave
this room,
this place,
this here
and now,
our paths
are no longer
our own,
to walk upon
together,
for some of us
have chosen
another
not better,
just a different way,
so open the doors,
open the windows,
after we have gone,
let the fresh new air,
blow in,
let not the dust
settle from our feet,
for after we leave,
the shadows
will still lengthen,
along the playground wall
whether we stay
in a place,
as beautiful as this,
or decide
to move on,
for the blackbird
will still call
at dawn,
at dusk,
and sing
of time to come,
and that
which has passed
for time trickles
still further,
through the hourglass,
in the great hurry
of days
from what was then
to what is now
and what is to come,
the clock
will still tick,
silently,
after we’ve gone,
so listen,
and learn,
hear now,
follow outside
the sound
of children’s voices,
the dapples
of sunlight
across their sunlit faces,
for their laughter
is tickling still,
in the warm
summer air.
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