A lot of you cared, just not enough.

I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.

That's what I love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you're not sure what the poet's talking about. You may have an idea, but you can't be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings.

I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

Actually, I love trying to figure out why certain books become hits while others, which may be just as good, have trouble finding an audience.

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.