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• Rachel Lombardo, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2003

Ouiet, that is all she hears
She picks up her guitar and suddenly
the room is filled with tears.
She misses the songs that her friend used to sing.
While she played along, hitting the guitar with her little silver ring.
And now she's gone. Her best friend isn't comming back.
And now she is left alone to face the world,
Like a little mouse stuck in a crack.
Her best friend died, now she is moving on.
She is about to play one last song.
Ouiet, that is all she hears.
She stops playing the guitar and suddenly
the room is filled with tears.