Walking the halls,
Listening for a clue,
The ring of your locker slamming shut
Or the soft thud of your shoes, echoing all around,
I sit and I wait, watching for you ,
In the brightest place I know,
This hall smells of sweet flowers,
Always reminding me of you,
Using the strength I know I need to have,
I fight the tears that threaten to fill my eyes,
I see your smile, so bright against the pain,
The blood running down your shirt,
Staining the ground on a day of fear,
You lie awake smiling up at me,
I scream and cry to for you stay here with me,
The boy with the gun quickly left the room,
To terrorize more friends like you,
I remember the fear in your eyes as you looked at me,
Telling me everything would be okay,
Smiling as you died on the cold floor of the classroom,
I know you are gone and yet I wait,
Needing to hear your footsteps or
The ring of your locker slamming shut,
Instead I hear the cries of those all around when they realize
Just how many are gone,
While I watch for you in this bright hallway,
Wishing I could see your smile,
I sitting in this hallway,
I wonder what will happen next?
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