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Tag as favoriteThe Day He Left 
By Elena P., Wellesley, MA
A phone call in the evening . . .
A tearful dispute downstairs.
Silence the next morning, await.
Little said, much emotion . . . and memories.
Mama, why'd he leave?
Where is he going, Papa?
Was he unhappy? Sad?
What has happened, Papa?
Papa?
Mama?
Flipping through yellowing leaves
Their happiness is felt.
A feeling of togetherness
. . . Ascending stairs, still lost . . .
Searching emptied drawers,
Scanning the orderly shelves.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
aeAn empty bed, an empty roomae
Silence from full mouths,
A chill from the open door
Glances towards the chair
. . . A dim light outside the door . . .
Again seeing him turn away . . .
A washed face, combed hair.
Young eyes of bravery and eagerness
. . . Papa's uniform in his bag . . .
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
mindy M.such a loss is hard to cope, not knowing is worse.mournig the loss of something unknown is tragic.
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