Gone

The walls so white and stark in contrast,

the portraits of friends and the colours of my country

no longer present on its walls

Signifying an end to an era,

A year, almost a glimpse in life, gone,

as if it might as well never existed

It is so empty, and bare,

mirror to my soul,

mirror to my mind,

and mirror to the hope of continued ignorance

Will I forget? maybe

Will they forget? probably

Will the walls of this room forget? definitely

It is a blank slate,

returned to its orginal,

readying itself for the next mouldable soul,

the next wanderer,

the next parent, the next child,

the next student of the world,

but most importantly,

the next future.

It is so white, so bare, a blank slate,

as if it has already forgotten me.