These Halls
These Halls shroud our day to day
I discover your eyes in a snatch
Maybe we give an enriching smile
Or not
The silly thing is that in twenty-five years
When these halls are absent
We might lengthen the smile,
Maybe sit, share lunch and stay awhile
Remember our history?
Classes we passed, barely
Connecting dots and mystery
Remember it was our time?
Speeding down roads just because
The music we wore
The style we followed
Remember life as it was?
Remember that we live in it now?
Maybe the relationship is like roots dug deeper
Remember plants that we grew?
(Proving the further entwining)
Remember the stress pulling us, cords tighter?
Remember scavenging for words?
Sickening sweetness from the apples of knowledge
and the sweet sickness,
When we indulged in the rotten
Their vile smell escaping
Stinging tongues
Maybe there is hurt
Remember?
I am sorry
Time to time something still reminds me
A scene, smell, or sound
The dark little welt of guilt sits confidently
Subtle until discovered
Then the hole rips open
Leaving you as hollow and desolate
As that board of encouragement
To be honest I am full of these holes
Speaking to myself more than you
It hurts
The silly thing is that in twenty five years
When these halls are absent
We rejoin together on that poetic day
The friends, the enemies, and those that we didn’t get the chance
Because now, they are gone
Life
It’s short
The shroud in our prospect doesn’t have to be
Frankly, vulnerability is the key
These Halls crunch us close together
Impeccability to avoid being peck-able
Some call it a mask, some call it walls
Whatever it is, it’s healthy, Don’t get me wrong
Don’t take your face off, it will probably hurt
But remember everyone is human
I know of a kid in the high of school
Who smeared sauce on his face
Because he actually dared
To discover who actually cared
I guess the challenge is in unity
That maybe someday when the halls are gone
We sit and sing happy, glad and spirited
We can be at the reunion
because we were once in
Union