A Dumb Transboy's Book of Poems

A Death

You didn't come to school today,
I'm glad we didn't talk,
I don't think I can face this dreadful thought I've been thinking,
You won't come tomorrow,
You will never come again,
And who I'm speaking of will never read such a poem about them,
You have a lot of broken pieces,
So much time we could've spent,
Putting everything together just to fall apart again,
Your mind is a storm,
And I'm trapped in the ocean's pale wake,
Your mind of steel and salt and anger that I've let wash over my scarred face,
You too are scarred,
Your arms and legs and middle,
You scar yourself day by day because that's the only way you can feel,
But bruised and bloody too,
Bruised and bloodied by you,
Because you let yourself fall back when you split in two.