by A Jarman

Created on: September 28, 2008

Julia

You.
Such a comedian,
Always making our sides split;
Laughing.
Such a big, happy heart!
So young.
Beloved friend;

You.
Remember?
Grade two,
Brought me a get well note,
On my birthday,
Me-hit in the face
With a hockey puck
At P.E.
Made me smile
Despite.

Then.

Horror.
Shock.
How could you be gone?
So alive.
Not even a decade old.
You just got your hair cut;
The cute bob style,
Only to be burried in the earth.

Christmas tree lights
Blurred through my tears.
I was young;
How to understand?

The drunk driver.

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