A Note,
Left in the wake,
Of empty halls.
Echoing laughter,
Noise and chatter,
Now lay empty.
It was the best time,
As time will ever be,
Stuck to the wall,
A song of the heart.
Pacing from one exit to another,
Missed maybe by a mile,
A wait,
Foolish,
Yet one that was needed.
A gift of a song,
Penned in innocence,
An exploding thought,
Into the realms of dreams.
Peeping from over,
It would take time,
To see how it comes to,
Fruition.