Demolition

Demolition

 

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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