Wednesday, January 26, 2011

A Final Story

Endings are odd. Sometimes they are supposed to be happy and care free. A mutual decision between people. Everyone goes about away and they are all happy about it. School, however, creates a very weird situation. When a class is over there is an odd sense of finality and conclusion, and yet you will see the people again next semester. So there is a sense that things are not quite finished. A false ending, as it were.

If we were to end
There would be nothing
Left of us for others

We pass
Quick words
Nodded heads
A short salute

I see her
Standing off
Memories of Virgil
Nothing remains

I see him
We wave
And smile

It is over
Nothing left
But faded memories

1 comment:

Kaitlin said...

You wrote the poem? About Latin class, I'm assuming. It's nice :)