I have been visiting
For 11 years
But as of late, and only of late
Have I felt contempt
I remember
My first coming
That frigid and foggy morning
The saturated statues on your field
Lifted me with deligth and sat me astride
The teachers let their hands be an anchor for mine
My fingers, a marionette
Writting myself a welcome of many tides
But today, when I came to say goodbye
Looked at you and everyone standing by,
They had already forgotten me
All of your stairways and teal windows
Became foreign in heat
The statues remained silent and solid
And my friends were nowhere to be seen
Thus I went missing in your search And you went missing in mine
