It began raining shortly after the silence enveloped the nation. Few would be out of the loop by now. Trudging alone the moist grass, I pull the backpack even tighter, My only reassuring solace I have. It could have been here, not a world away, right here… It’s sad, how little we appreciate the small things. A radio tune, a passing smile, a sunset, a memory Until it’s out of reach Forcefully, resilient, stone cold. Two unknown students lower the mast, A passing teacher stutters ‘I love you’ on a phone, Groups walk silently, even their backpacks mute, A young child passes by, holding his mothers hand, smiling. I walk on through the storm, raindrops forms behind my clouded sunglasses. In memory of Virginia Tech
