Carved into a bright orange locker that left emptiness yet a subtle joy
Though only half of my time in adolescents were spent here
It still has some sort of comfort
like a torn up teddy bear has to the oldest daughter
Limp and cold
as its steel lifeless bearing stare back with so much content  
Soon
in half a dozen fortnights
I'll be on my way
Such a unseeable fortune not yet told as it sits on the tip of the tongue
of someone betrayed by fear
Not as lifeless and dry as it once where
but slightly damp