I held your hand in the mornings light
The breeze was soft and slow.
By dusk you vanished from my sight,
Too fast for time to show.
Regret, a guest I can never suppress
Sitting beside my every breath
Reminding me of all I failed to guess
Your coffee cup waiting alone
The steam’s warmth still quietly lingering
The silent spoon a soft groan
Laughter shared on that ordinary night
Now echoes in the kettles scream
A fleeting sound too frightening to rewrite.
Chasing the sun through the cracked blinds
In the dust memories unwind
A robin hops along the garden path
It sings, nothing touched by grief or wrath.
The wind is blowing softly. Curtains lift then fall
I promise I hear you humming throughout the hall.
So now I watch the sky turn blue
Enjoying the mornings stay
The world still spinning without you–
But somehow, that’s okay.
Gavin Fry is a junior at Franklin Towne Charter Highschool. He enjoys writing poetry, and believes that it’s a way to express suppressed emotions in methods we originally wouldn’t try.