Monday Morning

I woke up saturday morning, without a thought in my little head. I smelt the sweet air of Long Island, and rolled myself out of bed. I walked merrily down the stairs, to where my Mom stood This she never does, so I knew there must be a great thing, well, maybe not great but good. She handed me the paper, but her face was missing joy. at the top of the page it read "Speeding car hit Brentwood boy." I sighed and sat down, but realized not all joy was lost. He was alive, but a a great cost. It read "He was flung 50 feet," and I tried not to imagine. but I could not fathom, how this had happened. I went through the weekend, thinking of it still. Not expecting the worst, My mind wouldn't let me think of it..well..not until.... Monday morning started off, as any morning would. Clouds and rain, flurried past at the bus stop where I stood. The next few minutes of my life I never will forget.  The silence of a hallway, the echo of no words. The tears in everyones eyes, I'm in high school. this is absurd! This dosn't happen to me.  And never to my friends. Not to my community, we will never mend. Strangers held each other. Friends were held by friends. Cliques didn't remember boundaries, we all cried to no end. The long walk of the procession, the line of slowpassing cars. The anger and the vengence of that man who's behind bars. We won't forget this day, Chino. The feeling or the pain. But most of all we won't forget you, we'll remember you just the same. Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 06:23 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1