I walk the halls that grow increasingly familiar

Yet at the same time, recognition becomes harder

These faces? These people? Strangers.

As the years go by, the ones I know 

Disappear.

Only to be replaced rather unceremoniously.

I say my goodbyes to old friends who go on to bigger things, but...

I cannot bring myself to greet and make new ones. Younger ones.

What would be the point? I, too, will leave this place,

Unrecognizably dressed in a gown

And tears

As the final note of "Pomp and Circumstance" rings out,

Signifying the end and the beginning.