Ms. Widman 11th & 12th Grade
it all happened
too fast. in a
blink of an
eye. I was
in the forensics
laboratory looking
for evidence
from yester-
day’s crime
scene, but all
of a sudden
the particle
accelerator
malfunctions i
close my eyes
wake up
faster than
a bolt
of light-
ning
cracks.
A willow tree rests on the
side of a river. Swaying with
the wind and reaching for
the stars. Its branches
offer shade to those who
seek shelter within
the leaves. You don’t know
peace until you too are
drowning in its shadows.
At the top of the willow
is the ghost of its past
a reflection of who it
once was. It remains
silent but the silence
is loud. Screaming out.
The words echo through
air like a harmony or a bird
singing. Everything comes
back and so did the soul of
the weeping willow. It rests
on the side of a river where
ashes were once scattered
by loved ones. Forever.
Only to return in a
new form.
It’s too late for you and I
as my exhale drifts away your after thought
a war lit love that
embered in your blue skies. I
reminisce the was
of us as I relive our memories like sunshined dreaming.
I hope the me of when
will live out the dreams of me and you.
I hope he catches the breathes and things he said
to hold on longer to you.
I hope he’s mature, and quiet, and all the things you love,
because it’s too late for you and me.