Spring cleaning time

Mummy empties the wardrobe

Strewn with documents and all our clothes

Mummy sees a small brown box

Labelled “Personal Time Capsule”

Mummy opens the box

It’s empty

Mummy cries

I wonder why

Probably cause he left

Before the box is filled.

a girl in my year
commented "i'd hate to be a poet
they always live sad, and die
tragic."                  
i smiled at the truth
and cried on the inside