As students tread back
to their prison,
I am alone in the Field,
one last time.

Before I lose my way,
possibly forever,
I return to this sanctuary.

The wind blows,
the trees dance,
my bones shiver.

It is over,
the comfort I found
while I hid.

I am growing,
losing my wonder
of the beautiful mundane.

But is this it?
Is this the last time
I will be happy?

The memories weigh heavily,
but I am unfeeling.
There is no more joy.

The Field has changed;
It is now my lifeline
filled with precious memories.

This is not the end;
I am adapting, growing.
The Field will never leave.
It is safe in the past.