Splish, splash,
Slush, and slashes;
Mud, and ashes
Spiralling crashes
Look down
Stop, turn around
Moment to see
Do you look for me
Am I really
In such a hurry
Minute or three
Just a minute or three
How many
Pair of boots
Are stomping in the snow
I, and me, I alone
Splish, splash
Slush and slash;
Mud and ashes
Is that where the catch is
Carry on
Go on alone
Steal the show
And then take a bow
Just a minute I say,
Can’t you stay
Just a minute or three
Just a minute
How many
Pairs of boots
Splashing in the rain
I alone sustain, do I
Splish, splash
Slush and slashes
Mud, honey and ashes
Now I’m stuck to where the catch is
Stole the show
And went it alone
And you’ll never know
Minutes that I owe.
To the kid at Bahen Centre who decided they couldn’t do this anymore, I’m sorry we didn’t reach out to you. I’m sorry we thought it would be awkward to ask you quickly if you’re doing alright, if you need help, someone to talk to, someone to rant with, whatever. We’re a part of the problem.
I don’t know who you are, or if I may ever have seen you around or talked to you, but even if we never shared classes, I’m still sorry. This could have ended differently, and we were part of the problem.
I’m sorry for thinking it was a battle won when I knew what was going on in class, when there may have been people around me struggling without my ever noticing.
I’m sorry if there were three minutes I could have given you that I didn’t.
