He’s gone.

He’s gone.

He’s gone.

But how is he still here?

Why do I see him smiling at me

At my locker?

Why do I hear him laughing

With his friends?

Why do I feel him hugging me

After a long day?

He’s gone.

He’s gone.

He’s gone.

But I see him.

His face is bright and full of life.

Not pale and dead

Like whoever is in that casket.

But I hear him.

His voice is in the air and loud.

Not ...

How do you tell a mother

Her son is dead?

How do you tell a lover

Their love is dying?

How do you tell a child

Their mother is passing?

How do you tell someone

They won’t make it?

How do you tell someone

Their heart will stop.

Their lungs will stop

Their kidneys will stop

Their brain will stop

Their life will stop.

You wait.

You wait until they see it in your eyes

Your hanging lips

Your fid...

Do you remember me?

You met me at my locker.

You watched my games of soccer.

You looked at me with affection.

Your heart stayed the same direction.

Wholly mine.

Your affection devine.

Do you remember me?

You met a girl named Heather.

You decided you liked her better.

You looked at her with love.

Love she never knew of.

Wholly hers.

Your love for her unearthed.

Do you remember me?

N...

A little girl runs barefoot in the sand, her feet sinking into the soft substance. Her dress blows behind her as the cool breeze blows her brown hair out of her face.

She is laughing as her mother calls to her, telling her she must leave. “Five more minutes?” She asks, her voice flowing in melodically.

The mother sighs, putting her hands on her hips, her sun hat in one hand and her sun dress s...