When the bluebirds sing

Today I've walked around school in a haze

I don't know what to do 

How to feel 

I don't understand

How he won again

I don't think I want to understand

I miss Halloween

Not because it changed

But I did

I miss going with my parents and my brother

And stuffing my face with candy

I miss meticulously planning out a costume

Death reaches his hands

Shrivels leaves

Rips them up

Soon the ghosts and ghouls will scream

They've waited all year for Halloween

 But this death is not a scary thought

In fact it's comforting