It’s over
they’ve left
their farewell party has ended
the streamers lying in crumpled heaps on the ground
the paper chains that had once hung on the walls have fallen,
crushed by multiple pairs of shoes,
some of which will never touch this place again.
It’s quiet
the excited, frantic sign my yearbook!s gone
left with empty space
of what used to be
but not anymore.
Not many tears has been shed
just numb,
exhausted
quiet.
A whole year will go by
until we join them.
But right now
it's just empty space.
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