I was graduated for a year and a half,
but still a freshman of life, lost
in a school whose corridors stretched globes
and classrooms the size of whole buildings
who cast shadows longer than football field.

You were the senior who saved me,
who welcomed me,
who gave me a friend
whom I maybe never merited.

But it was never meant to last, was it?
You're the senior who had to graduate.
As the French say, "C'est la vie."

And the shadows stretched farther and faster
than ever before I had met you.

But not for so long, now, I loved you.