Bullied Poem by Declan O'Reilly

Then in September
When the first leaves fell,
Soft and graceful,
You came down
Almost as far
Yet never touched the ground;
You gave no one the satisfaction,
Of taking the only thing
You loved,
So you took it yourself;
The priest spoke of forgiveness,
About being there for each other,
The whole town turned out,
Even, the bullies;
Yesterday, I visited your grave;
No headstone,
Just a simple timber cross,
Your name in gold;
A few leaves swirled,
Across the bouquets that marked our regret;
I am here for you,
Like the priest said;
Hush the sobbing.