I met my rose in full bloom
But it had to wilt too soon
It was a beautiful painting, in a bright wooden frame
And no two ever looked at it the same
You were like a duck, sailing on a bright blue pond
I never knew that you'd have to go, so far long gone
Your comforting structure had turned to dust
And your shining walls had begun to rust
This place was built on a conjoined dream
It was so much more than we'd ever seen
I learned what it was like in my own mind
I learned what it was like for someone to be so kind
When we saw the rubble, we all held hands
Looking at the ruins and thousand sands
It was the one place where I could be wild
The one place where I could truly be a child
But even though you were destined to fail
Thank you for teaching me how to live, My Vale
this is my 116th poem, written on 8/3/24
