Deserted

I wonder how the school must look now.
Its hallways bathed in eerie silence,
snow pants still on their hooks,
animal posters hung up in the science room,
clothes and shoes and hockey gear
flung haphazardly around the basement,
books waiting on the shelves,
signs of life hiding in all the corners,
as if we had hoped to come back tomorrow.
The rooms, usually so full of sound,
of music and laughter and tears,
shouting and dancing and rampaging around,
are empty now, and dark.
Waiting, unsure of when life
will be returned to them once more.