by J.R. Lewis

Created on: December 29, 2007

Loss of the Lost
~For Eric Geiger~

He was a tall boy
Lanky tall, with big feet,
Perfect teeth and a big Grin
It spread fast as dripping butter
Uncontrollable laughter would spill
Over creek-fast in high rain season

High School, his world was changing
Mr. Nice Guy'
Where I first saw him his grin
I, two years older, saw potential
His eyes shined new-penny bright
Our circle encircled him and time ran

August bleed into October
October into December
December into February
February into April
April Spring Break

April found him grounded for grades
April found him dead
Dead from a gunshot wound

Self inflicted
He was fourteen
Fourteen
Fourteen
Freshman Fourteen

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