On Friday, March 15th, 2020, we left school without the slightest notion that we wouldn’t be returning for the school year. It felt like an ordinary Friday in March. The weather was finally getting warmer, we waited excitedly for our friends so we could hang out after school, and we had homework. We ignored the whispers that school might close soon … the Mayor wouldn’t do that, we thought in our blissful ignorance. How could we know that we would be aching for school, the physical building around which our friends, teachers, work, lives took place, just the week after?
And just like that, we left behind Bronx Science in winter, a hollow ice sculpture.
In the blink of an eye, spring came
leaving winter in the frost.
Our hearts grew fonder from absence–