Third Period

Third period - I used to sit next to Amy Sinclair,
With flawless blue eyes and a head of golden hair,
She'd look over to me every now and then -
Just to catch me looking at her once again.

She'd twirl that golden hair around her finger,
And I can still remember the scent of perfume on her,
Floral - like a bed of roses, and her pearly whites -
When she'd smile at me and it just felt right.

She'd walk with that mini skirt and white tanktop,
Through the hallways and never would she stop -
When I said anything to her, she'd just walk away,
With her lying smile - but her eyes were filled with dismay.

She had stories hidden behind the tears she fought,
And the pain she felt no one would have thought,
But I remember the day she spilled her heart out to me,
She said I was the only one who'd listen, but I couldn't see -

What was really happening, until third period the next day,
When I had to change seats and sit by Sarah McCray,
"A terrible thing happened," is what the teacher said,
And I can remember her face smiling inside my head.

Amy Sinclair - Remembered for her perfect smile,
And her bright blue eyes that were filled with denial -
Her Dad couldn't stand her, he beat her down to the ground,
Choking her, and she faded away without so much as a sound.

-Jenna Elphick
May 26, 2007