Today I cleaned out my shelf,
A mess of thoughts from a younger day.
A book, unturned in years, did delve
Into the dust - to forget, a fray.

It fell as suddenly as a silent thunder,
Under the weight of memories,
Waking from a solemn slumber,
Stirring in the heart old reveries.

The campus had felt lonely today,
Its cobblestones damp in the Mayday.
Beneath the trees, as some squirrels played,
Weary clouds hung low, with colors grayed.

Flickering lights in the hallway dim
Sing a soft, lonesome hymn.
A chorus of ghosts in spectral ties
Whispering and hushed goodbyes.

Once merry days, spun a timeless thread,
Kindred spirits in shared echoes bled.
Laughter mirrored in silent rhyme,
Imprints of selves, etched in sands of time.

In a gust of wind, some dreams we twined,
In the crucible of time, some memories enshrined.
Every laughter, every tear, every whisper traded,
In the frame of our lives, I hope never left faded.

This, a grand theater; we had played our part,
Soon we'd leave, it pierced my heart.
Though years will pass and memories will fade,
I'm glad we danced, in this fleeting masquerade.

So, the book now doesn't rest on the shelf,
A relic of a former self.
And the campus stands in quiet array,
Waiting for the echoes of another day.

Two roads diverged into realms unknown,
I chose the one where Bruins walked,
And that has shaped the path I've known,
With friendships forged and dreams unlocked.