The Fields Above
by: Leagan Wilson
I look out the window
Wishing, hoping you were here
I gaze out like a child
Waiting for the ice-cream truck
My mind now empty of everything
My face red and stained
With streams of salty tears
You should still be beside me
You always were
It was you who made me smile uncontrollably
Making me laugh until
Milk shot out my nose
Our giggles interrupted
By the occasional snort
Or your parents' yelling
You, who tried
To cut my hair in the 6th grade
You held your breath, scissors in hand
closed your eyes, knuckles white
SNIP
Your immediate look of fear
Wide eyes, gaping mouth
Melting into a warm smile
As bundles of my hair tumbled down
You, my best friend Kayla
Who will rest below
The land you loved
Among the tulips and the daisies
That danced in the summer breeze
The field in which we rolled through
Without a care
The smell of earth
Forever surrounding you
Like a trophy in its case.