Out Of Time

As I sauntered nostalgically through the desolate,

Lackluster hallways of my school for the final time,

Passing tattered lockers,

Somnolent classrooms,

And long forgotten bits of paper

Impotently grazing on the grimy floor,

Not a sound could be heard,

And yet,

Whispers of days past

Echoed through my mind.

Much to my astonishment,

You emerged from a corner,

Clad in scarlet from head to toe.

As you approached me,

Your luscious brown hair

Draped elegantly over your shoulders,

And your admiral eyes twinkled of

Confidence and composure.

And when those crystalline eyes caught mine,

The world around me morphed into a

Murky, gray blur.

My heart palpitated as you gracefully

Extended your hand toward mine.

But when I found the strength within me

To unite our fingertips,

The taciturn air suddenly erupted

With cacophony.

Students burst from within their captivity,

giddily racing from out of classrooms

Into summer vacation’s open arms.

In the midst of the fray,

They carried you away,

And out the door you went,

Disappearing like the rest.

How unfortunate it is

That the days were too short

And hesitation rendered me impotent

For much too long.

How wonderful it would be to feel

Your hand in mine.

But alas,

I’m out of time.