He Lives in the Chimes
By: Sofia Smith I first believed that golden brisk leaves erased his pale, empty body. I felt as though he was gone— erased from the few memories I had left. Yet I realized his absence wasn't true. His voice was in the wind that blew through the blossoms. His laugh is the music, his presence in the chimes. He still lives. He is not gone. It may not be through sight, but in the quiet you can hear him as each leaf drops. Sofia Smith is a creative writer based in Santa Fe, New Mexico. When she submitted this poem she was a high school senior at The MASTERS Program, also earning college credit at Santa Fe Community College. Sofia graduated last year and is now attending the University of Hawaii at Mānoa studying nursing. In her free time, she writes to explore her thoughts and emotions. Her poetry o...
