AVA’S GONE
I look and see
a hole in the class where she used to be.
They told us she’d be gone a while
but it’s been six weeks since I saw her smile.
I’ve asked the teacher every day
when she’ll be back, but he won’t say.
I’ve asked my mum, who doesn’t know
and so I feel her absence grow
and fester as I sit alone.
I’m weighted down by this heavy stone.
The playground isn’t as it was.
The halls are hollowed out because
my best friend’s gone. I sigh and see
a hole in my world where she used to be.
