Jump

Empty

Moon drops fall in the

Open window of the

Empty room where

We danced.

The sun hit the amber leaves

And they fell to the ground

While we danced.

When the snow came

And the darkness

I waited in the room

But you were gone.

The sun shines again.

The room is still empty.

I wait to dance.

Nothing.

(Poem written by Beth Thrall)

(Illustration by Megan Franseen)