You woke up four days ago
Same time as you always have.
Ate your breakfast
Drank the coffee your mom always said would keep you short
Did your chores
Texted that boy back
That you'd late to dinner
"But my lasagna," she replied
"Spanish test," you say.
She shrugged, smiled and handed you your lunch.
"We love you! Happy Valentine's Day!"
"Love you." You said.
7 hours later
You sit at your desk,
Your teacher goes on about how Industrial Revolution shaped our wold.
How America will never be the same, or something.
But the red petals of your Valentine's rose still holds a few of its water droplets
A small note is strung to its stem by some frizzy pink string.
You read the note once and a thousand times over again
"To this day and forever. Love, Ben. " it read.
Best Valentine's Day, ever. You think.
You cheeks quickly fill up with the color of roses, and you couldn't help but smile.
The door behind you swings open, slamming into the wall next to it.
Somebody must have forgotten to give a kid their rose.
Maybe it's that girl coming back with the hall pass.
You turn around
It's boy from your Spanish class--
No hall pass
The girl next to you screams
The boy from your Spanish class,
He shoots you third.
Everywhere and nowhere burns all at once
The color of roses
It's on your hands now
The color of roses
the color of roses.
And 4 days later,
They are talking about mental health
Youtube comments and Instagram pictures
Politicians and 18 other schools
Tall tell signs
AK 47s and
But what about you.
What about how you were just about to graduate.
What about how you were just about to begin your life.
What about how you were someone's daughter.
What about how you were just about to have the greatest valentine's day.
What about that.
What about you.
So here is my note to you, dear child:
Your mother misses you
Your father misses you
And even though she gets distracted,
All of America misses you too.
And you are not statistic,
You are not another reason
Why people hate our government.
You are not the consequence
Of a school's poor security.
You are a life that was taken too soon.
May America never fully recover from what has happened to you.
May we stop arguing long enough to actually do something.
May we stop choosing sides, and act on behalf of you.
May we stop pretending, and protect each other on behalf of you.
May someone take a stand for you, and refuse to ever let this happen again.
Even if it means we're uncomfortable for awhile,
Let us grieve the loss of you
Let us grieve
The America that once was.
May we never forget.