For almost two years, I’ve walked these halls,
where echoes whisper against the walls.
The classrooms hum with silent song,
each corner keeps what’s been here all along.
Before this year could find its half,
the truth slipped, though not by a laugh.
Unspoken words between the lines,
I’ve lived where shadow meets the signs.
The days move on, the year grows thin,
a new beginning waits within.
Dreams will scatter, paths will part,
each is chasing visions close to the heart.
Yet still, I wonder if these grounds
remember glances without sound,
the fleeting pauses, presence near,
the kind of weight that lingers here.
I may not name, I may not show,
but in these pages you will know.
A chapter written, soft, concealed,
the one the years refuse to yield.
Antonette Salazar – Year 13
