Chalk

The words on this board —
Sixteen years old;
The writers, 
Long-sleeping, I fear —

But this chalk, that’s the byword 
For transcience,
Is somehow, some way,
Still here

It’s hard to know reasons
For what has been;
What’s lost, 
What has yet to be built —

But somethings remain
That we can’t explain
Wrapped up in

Survivor’s guilt