five. silence.

the monday after homecoming,
names of seniors still scrawled upon
the sweeping front doors,
dried salt clings to your cheek
and you reach out a small hand
to brush a certain name,
your smudges adding to the layers of them
all from today.

opening the heavy doors,
you join the masses of grief,
the silence is deafening,
as there are no noises
save for sobbing
and low murmuring
which leads to tears.


static from the loudspeaker,
and words that you can't quite make out the meaning of,

...sorry for your loss....
...one less student here at...
...will be missed...


...took his life...

Reviews

[BetanuZwei]

This is very poignant. You've really captured the atmosphere and emotions. I hope that writing this has helped you deal with how you are feeling, and I'm sorry for your pain.