as they leave

i'll miss
this place
your face
our space.

the halls
the walls 
the falls.

the tasks
the asks
without masks.

the glee
i see
daily.

tries
realized
without prize.

the talks
the walks
the balks.

for now 
i'll slack
lose track
'til we're back.

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