A Feather

School is concluding,
the stress to finally end.
The feather drops on the concrete,
we hear the final bell ring.

We all must switch to a new school,
some of us have no regrets.
But I do.
Especially because John might move.

It's finally summer release,
and warm air blows through the trees.
Leaves are scattered,
and the feather is blown back into the air.

Days expire as we perspire,
I pass John's house on the way to the store.
I see no cars.
I see no bench.
I strain my eyes to see through the dusty windshield.

Do my eyes decieve me?

Is he really... Gone?