I am returning to the place
\nof beginning.
\nTouching age
\nI am finding my youth.
\nUnable to spell
\nI am learning my letters.
\nI accept my ageless heart.
\nI am what I must be.
\nBut, oh the losses!
\nI never grieved the passing
\nof a day.
\nThe change of a season.
\nIt was love that put its thorns
\nin me.
\nLove that showered me
\nwith good-byes.
\nThat left gifts on the step
\nnever to tell me who left them.<\/p>\n
So I return,
\nand can\u2019t return.
\nI go to a school
\nwhere the children have died.
\nHear the echoes of their voices,
\nand sit down
\nat the only desk that\u2019s filled,
\nmy own.
\nAnd say hello to the shadows.
\nRaise my hand
\nto recite to the emptiness,
\nand lay my head on the wood
\nhearing footsteps in the grain,
\nwhile immortality weeps
\non its surface.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am returning to the place of beginning. Touching age I am finding my youth. Unable to spell I am learning my letters. I accept…<\/p>\n