Empty Space

It’s over

they’ve left

their farewell party has ended

the streamers lying in crumpled heaps on the ground

the paper chains that had once hung on the walls have fallen,

crushed by multiple pairs of shoes,

some of which will never touch this place again.

It’s quiet

the excited, frantic sign my yearbook!s gone

left with empty space

of what used to be

but not anymore.

Not many tears has been shed

just numb,

exhausted

quiet.

A whole year will go by

until we join them.

But right now

it's just empty space.