When You’re Gone
by Maria Hernandez from Jefferson High School
Published in the 2007-2008 WITS Anthology I Once Was Young and Strong
The rain, the wet floor,
The smell of the flowers,
Cold air through my skin,
All the women crying
A man talking about heaven,
People wearing black,
Carrying umbrellas.
The red roses in the glass
That belongs to the coffin.
The yellow grass, the smell of it.
It looks like the sunny day has gone
And everyone can see the big, dark
Storm that is coming.
