It has been a long haul to leaving


And there is a strange kind of regret


For damp classrooms, store cupboards with Tetris trays


For graffiti, stains left to fester over time


For the foolish laughter of a distant child.



Pathways worn to dust, bare as old slippers


And the secret mysterious places


The cobweb filled, derelict greenhouse


Full of melancholy and long dead things.



With the last flick of the light switch


A pacing backwards into light, a sorrow descends


Almost as thick as grief, grief for the rooms


For the long, silent, empty corridors


For the time that slipped away, lost forever


For the raucous shrieks, the vulgar cat calls


For working late, besotted by the twilight


Twenty years of muted conversation


And, best of all-


On the days when rain thrashed the windows


Grief for, the heads down, quite contented


Steady hum of silence.






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