I remember the ache that flooded me
when hearing the news of your passing.
I was too young.
Too unfamiliar with this type of suffering.
The suffering caused by the cruel man,
who took your life for granted.
The suffering caused from knowing
I would never see your smiling face again.
The suffering from you leaving us all too soon.
When you had so much life left to live.
I hope you know it was hard for me;
coming into our class the next day.
Knowing you wouldn't come to fill your
"unassigned assigned" seat ever again.
But somehow I was still carrying
the last ounce of hope and denial
that was left deep inside.
Thinking that you would walk in late,
asking why everyone was sitting in silence.
Asking why everyone was wearing red.
Asking if someone died.
I hope you are comfortable up in Heaven.
I hope you hear our prayers.
I hope you enjoyed the red balloons we sent you.