These Hallowed Halls

Years have stretched

and gone since these

hallowed halls were trodden. 

Each future was planned

contingent on circumstances

that dictated the outcome.

No one ever dreamed that

one day doors would close,

lights would dim forever,

locks would click, and the

building would stand forlorn. 

I imagine standing in the

vestibule, hearing faint

sounds of laughter and

mischief.

Time passes, life moves

on, but love and a special

bond brings us back time

and again to this place

where we grew, shared

dreams and hoped for the

future. Alas, we must

admit that we too have

changed.

We come together in

reunion, those feelings

shared so long ago come

in a rush to remind us—

some things never change, 

but nebulous shadows of youth fade

as the gate of time 

swings shut on vibrant

memories.