Madison

A poem I wrote about a classmate who was killed in october in a a car accident. Life is precious.

Every morning my friend picks me up at my house.

We take the same road to school every day.

We pass the same places.

Landry's Quick Stop,

My hairdressers house.

Where my friend used to live.

Meagan's house.

Meagan's house. 

Every morning, I drive past Meagan's house.

Every day I see it, and notice how big it is,

With the two story four car garage,

And the huge white house,

Great landscaping.

She used to ride my bus,

She has the nicest clothes.

And a huge blotchy scar on her shoulder,

Because she spilled oatmeal on herself

When she was younger. 

Every day, it's the same thing.

The same memories flood back in,

As we pass the same things,

My brain is scattered,

Everything I see and do reminds me of what happened,

What happened. 

What happened? 

When I used to ride past Meagan's house in the morning,

There would be this red car.

Her boyfriend drove that red car.

Her boyfriend was a senior at my school, too.

I'd see them in the front seats, holding hands,

Pulling out of the driveway,

Sometimes her head would be on his shoulder.

Maybe I was jealous of their love.

I'd see them in school, and notice

How much she's changed.

She seemed confused in the past,

Jumping, from one boy to another. 
 

But once Madison came into her life,

She was whole.

You can see people differently when they're in love.

When they're whole and they just shine,

Because they know somebody needs them and somebody wants them,

and they know that be there.

They're never alone. 

I still find myself looking for their love in the hallways.

It makes me so sad, to see her, walking,

Alone.

Before his facebook page was deleted,

She used to post on it, like he was still here.

I think he still walks her to class,

His arm around her waist, just like he used to. 

How she carries on, so strong,

I couldn't answer you.

I don't know how she does it.

I really think he knew.

That subconscious kind of knowing. 

I've never seen a parent cry so hard,

In real life.

And I've never seen a church so full,

1300 people were there that day, 

I've never seen that many people in one place,

All for one purpose. 

People wrote him songs,

And people still write to his facebook page,

Remembering him, loving him.

Missing him. 

He helped me in biology last year.

We didn't talk much,

But I still find myself looking for him,

Especially when I see Meagan.

Sometimes I think I see him, in the hallways,

But he isn't there,

Once the person turns their head,

I realize it's just another

Tall boy, short, brown hair. 

With a laugh and a smile that light up the room.

And those eyes, I remember those.

I won't forget them.

They were bright, like icicles when the sun reflects them.

And he was friends with everybody. 

Yesterday I was making up a quiz for pre-calculus,

I sat at the teacher's desk because she had a class and there were no empty seats.

There was the usual stuff:

Picture of her kid, Picture of her husband,

Picture of her and her husband and kid,

Pictures of some past students,

Lots of papers,

Schedules,

Lesson plans.

Then, tucked into the side of one of the frames.

Was Madison.