I feel so utterly hallow

dark angsty music blares from the radio as tears spill, hot and heavy down his face.

slowly, painstakingly slow, he faces me and i break

the glass on the ground merly amplifying my torment

he lost her long ago he tells me

but still he doesnt seem to understand why im asking

being here only pronounces the scars

the letters only prove proof

pathetic apologies and promises

nothing but empty truths

i see in their faces the reality of growing up

of leaving and loosing

of how many times they've tried to picture this moment

as the door thuds softly closed behind the last retreating frame

i swallow brusied purple aches and gulp back shudders

i will miss them

but again we are doing nothing but traveling down seprate paths

we may meet along the way

remember how we were

but waiting does no good

so i move on

praying that he will follow

that he hasnt lost it completely

that maybe theres hope for us

for him

for them

it's what i believe with every fiber of my being

it's a simple bliss

(for the class of '08 at Grant high school, may you prosper and be brilliant, not matter what)