for my seniors, who need not be named

For you:

Having walked with you
I realize what you truly are.
When now that you leave
You leave, a gapping scar.

I am just having this thought
this day, I wish I didn’t see.
How shall I forget those moment
When you looked over me.

Never really did it occur
that you shall not be around.
My world, this, wherein you live
Today, nothing but fears surround.

What acts shall I do,
Where shall I blow my horn?
Who shall now hide me through
when the world and me, are enemies, sworn.

Grow now, as I shall,
You would have a say.
May you get all you want

Is all that I humbly pray.