Writing

she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper

light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try

but still somehow gets it right

clear glasses catching the light

the lights hit first

hot and white and blinding

a wall of brightness straight into my eyes

so strong i can’t see their faces

just outlines

shadows beyond the edge of the stage

and somehow

it was my hoodie

old and wrinkled

stuffed in the back of my locker

half folded half forgotten

like most of my things

the halls grow quieter each day
pages of notebooks thin with time
final bells echo softer than the first
the clock moves forward
but i feel still for a moment
caught between what was
and what waits

Break down the border

and join by the hand.

You want to join us

and we understand.

They come out of nowhere,

people rising up from the ashes,

no coordination, no plan in place,

just people who, at the same time, spread all over,