zazu

     The snow has melted, and the ground is bear and dry. Crumpled, delicate, leaves get blown across cracked dirt roads. Their autumn color now faded into a subtle and drab brown.

No one seemed to notice the girl who sat behind me in math class, until she left.
Until her name was whispered down the hallways of our school like a foreign language.
I didn't think that people could care about someone they never knew.

"Look, it's lava!" Emerson exclaims in alarm, pointing with her small hand to the narrow stream ahead, flowing with the bubbling amber liquid, that seems to shimmer more radiantly in the darkness of the cave.

I sit on the steps in front of my house.
Doing absolutely nothing except breathing, (obviously), and chewing a piece of gum that is beginning to lose its flavor.

I saw you last September,
No one remembers why.
No one remembers why you left,
No one will even try.
No one pays attention,
That you're not even here.
That words run dry right off their lips,
Because they ive in fear.
 

Words will chase me down.
No matter where I run to. 
No matter the rays of sunlight that pierce my eyes,
And sparkle on the water.
Trying to be noticed in the early morning.
The turn of an absent smile.