The Common Silent
By:  Matt Ferraro

The Common all now silent.
Her cheerful voice now gone.
Longing for those summer days,
Lying lazily in the dark green grass.
Tie-dyed shirts, flapping on the clothes line.
She playfully yanks them down and folds.
Laughter that rings no more.
Silence blankets the campus,
Like the snow of the winter.
Running through the Boston streets,
My Sky in the sky now.
No more running through the museum
Or getting thrown out of shows.
No more troublemaking.
Lying awake at night,
Daydreaming of her smile; her eyes
Her hair, blowing in the wind like fine blond whips.
Those cold whips cracking.
Now waking to my cold world,
Alone.
Drifting back, sitting in the Common.
Long gone are the times off…
Splashing in the fountains
Or climbing on all those famous statues,
Even though we knew we should not.
No more fun with her
The Common all now silent.
Bright lights no longer burst in the sky.
Her burning fire gone.
Dreaming of her lost vision, so far away.
Losing a friend; no, a love.
Sitting, surrounded by the few that truly knew her,
But still lost to death, I am alone.
The rose I bought; burried with my heart.

The Common all now silent.