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
Freshm an Fourteen
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