Last Bell
For thirty one years she’s stood
at the back of my brain
like a wallflower at a dance
as she did that day in May
at the school’s front door
after the last bell rang
to begin the weekend
I waved as I passed
believing I had nothing to say
that I hadn’t said before
(My best friend died thirty one years ago today a day after the car she was in was hit by a drunk driver)
Copyright © Angela Douglas | Year Posted 2022
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