Virginia Tech Massacre Recall

Virginia Tech Has receded in time But not in space The morning mist Still smell of cordite fumes Wind or tornado Gives off a jarring scream That jags Comfort of the soul How many more lost Marginalized Muted echoes of grief Wander in our void Pent-up to explode Into something We can no longer? And then the special moments When the place at the table Will never be taken again Or the bell never rings And no one answers The misplaced, random Forgotten call Of loneliness in the heart That the tragedy Suddenly seeps into reality And makes me wonder What is it?