In the heart of the desolate winter
the light dims as the sun sinks in the early afternoon.
The glow dwindles, with the ever fleeting hope of tomorrow
gone in the fading day.
I stand looking out into the endless blue ahead
thinking of what was,
what will be.
The time was once when we were all together,
it feels like just seconds ago.
The moment has faded away
as the smooth floor beneath us lost the warmth
that came with you each day.
Standing here, staring out in the abyss, those times are mere memories,
empty, distant, so far from what life used to be.
As I turn and begin my ascent back up the hill
I still think, and always will, of what remained for me, for them.
I reach the top, only to turn and stare back.
That time, that day, that moment when we will all be together again
is as elusive as reaching out for the glimmering moon in the coming night.
The day may never come again,
we may never be the same again,
but what is more powerful than despair?
The memory of the sun shining through the untold boundless day,
and even more,
the belief that this isn’t the end.
The light dims as the sun sinks in the early afternoon in the heart of the desolate winter.
No longer is it empty,
but full of hope of that elusive day.
– Frankie D’Angelo, The Haverford School, Class of 2017