Along the wall
scuffed brick
promises to never forget
his name misspelled
amidst the hearts
wishes
to have known him better
so this mourning
might be owned
was he the one who sat alone
his hair dark
his eyes hooded
scrawling in a notebook
no, wait
that was you
I heard he dated …
no
was he the one who …
no
did he play …
no
he sounds familiar, though
doesn’t he
no

shoulder to shoulder
urged
they tag the wall
graffiti
his non-existence
into proof of their own

song of loneliness
fades

pale hues
of chalked
closure

comes the rain

.