by Wilson, Grade 11, Eastern Commerce Collegiate Institute, Toronto, ON
As I see your now wooden body
being swallowed by the earthy floor
I picture myself standing with nobody.
Yet, everyday, I feel you, watching me from every opened door.
As you were slowly being lowered down
I wanted to lunge myself inside with you.
And let the earth, my cries down.
But every time I lunged for you
It seemed like time would stop
I would never be able to reach you
That is when I understood,
I had to let you go
An eternity has gone by,
And I still remember that fateful day
As if it was only yesterday.
So with a sob and with a tear,
I have written these simple words,
I have had so much trouble to say:
This is my good-bye.