In the back of a classroom
She is the one you do not see
In moments of reluctant eye contact
She is the one who counts floor tiles instead of
Friendly faces.
Sometimes she will smile
When it rains.
When it snows,
and students press their faces to the glass
She joins them
In wishing for the coolness of the frost
Falling from the sky.
She is found in singing and the clicking of computer keyboards
In the smell of old books and dusty library corners
She is in whispers
But never says anything,
Just keeps on walking.
She is the emptiness of hollow
Laughs
And the sadness in tearful eyes.
A vague afterimage of
The color of her hair
Will be all that is left behind
When they dust in the library
And buy new books,
When she stops singing
And they turn the computers into
Spare parts
She will be nothing but
A ghost
Lost in the halls
With no one to sing to.
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
