I stare at the empty desk
He used to sit in.
It is a testimonial to his passing.
I see his picture in the yearbook
And know it will be his last.
I gaze at the empty space in the hallway
Where he would always walk
And realize that his foot will never again
Touch these floors.
I see the seat at the lunch table with all his friends
Where he used to sit,
But another has taken his place.
I look into her heart
Where he used to live,
But another has taken his place there too.
I cry for him,
Weep for him,
For I am he.
No one else shed a tear for me.
I am alone to mourn my own loss,
For no one seems to care but me.

Written 11 December 1994