My Thoughts

Deafening Silence

The desk in front of me held useless objects 
like dust on a window sill. 
Memories like a dream, faded and gone,
only wishing it was still there.    
When did life get so dull?

Cold air wipes my face as
sirens blared like a scared 
child in the dark,
A man in handcuffs shoved to the backseat, 
blood still stained his hands.

The police man gave a curt nod, like he was expecting 
someone to be there.
The cold air freezes me, off to the side
While everyone continues to move.

The memories of family dinners come flooding 
back, insults and food flying all the same, laughs 
echoing off the joy stained walls.
The rush of being perched on the roof, the moonlight
glaring, daring us to 
fall. The constant arguments and petty jabs to each other's 
pride. Families like mine are stuck together...

The officers pointless chatter drags me back.
The sound of laughter approaches, vaguely familiar. 
A couple walks down the street, his arm wrapped around her, like she was his
heart, without her, there was no hope of him surviving, like she was going to
disappear and fade into another memory, just like her, gone...

Like my brother, Jason, like mom, like dad...
There one instant, gone the next.
The perfume and the colognes lingers
on their sheets, in their rooms.
The only proof they were ever—
in the pictures that haunt the halls
calling for me to help, to silence their pasts.