Empty

Christopher

We didn’t make plans

to meet

But I go look for Annabelle after the

clean up

Once all our gear is locked

away.

The info booth is

empty,

Nothing remains, not even a

pamphlet

Or petitition or

cupcake

All the things she worked so

hard on.

The bare table in the

dark hall

Reminds me how

I’d feel

Without her in

my life.