Afterlife
gray clouds suffocate a meaningless sky
street lights reflect in adolescent eyes
bittersweet rain pierces the silence
the void rumbles and wails
it despairs at her absence
the agonizing moans echo for miles
she twirls her head around
resonating footsteps hesitantly approach
pitter-patter, pitter-patter
epiphany
her tiptoes turn to trudges
desperation turns to anguish
her eyes grow wider, colder
the heavy downpour ebbs to a drizzle
the girl falters and fades
and although she tries
although she grabs at lingering memories
she is still forgotten
with each footprint washed away
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