- my poetry · 1) EVERYTHING

For Casey

The quiet air is heavy
With the words we cannot say
Knowing glances, tender hugs
The kids dressed all in grey

Careful words and tear stained cheeks
We roam the silent halls
“The first day is the hardest”
Guess we’ll see when Friday calls

The blanket of allusions
Clouds our formulas and books
Listless and dejected
We exchange whispers and looks

All we can do is hold the pain
He’s finally rid of
Cause there’s another angel
With the soul of one we love

~ATP

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