Calico Frost

Her anger spilled in cruel phrases.

Flipping through pages upon pages,

Memories, but most of other people.

Our yearbook committee has been infiltrated,

And you can tell.

I am not represented here.

None of us are.

You came in,

And I didn’t know you -

I wasn’t sure what to say -

But you were so fun

So nice

So outgoing

And quickly made friends with everyone.

You lit up the room with your smile and your jokes,

Tears

But you can’t see them.

Maybe you feel them, though

In my forced smile

In my eyes

Teacher to student, but you’ve never made it feel like that

You’ve always made us feel like equals

We sat on a bench,

Huddled beneath a blanket,

Cocooning,

Trying to trap body heat.

It was freezing -

First day of summer break at the beach with friends,

And we’re all cold.