back on campus

he walked the empty campus morning stillness 
a stranger both to learning and to fate; 
his pockets full of stone and missing pieces 
and ideas he hoped once to elevate.

this place was strange to him now, in an instant: 
he'd lost the thread of what it was to feel 
before his paradigms became just memories, 
when he was stronger than what life could deal. 

the snow was largely missing, melted mostly, 
the day was winding up, and slowing down; 
a stranger first to learning, then to growing, 
who never brought himself to stick around

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