The year passed

without notice.

The march of days

transformed into the mark of feet,

fluttered over by green and white gowns.


The days passed

as if nothing had happened.

The sun continued to set,

and the the moon to rise,

but the atmosphere had changed.


The planes fly past

carrying away friends.

Connections made over years,

bred out of love,

separated, but not gone, in an instant.


Though it has passed,

life continues constantly.

An air of sophistication,

of hope and of ambition,

follows those who remember what has passed.