In the vacuum of leaving and being left,People are made.
The loved and lost.
The rejected and the survivor.
Life disciplines in silence.
Teaching when our mentors are gone.
In the light that creates shadows,The darkness that craves the Sun.
Our comings; and our goings.
Our meetings and departings.
Make of boys, fathersand women, daughters.
And the people that are made,
In the vacuum of leaving and being left,Are never lost,just, forgotten.
by Chateau Bezerra