We
lost our growing season there.
Down
a red-dirt road past the county line
My
tree house in the small woods by my house
Parking
lots well-past midnight.
We
were untouched yet.
We
talked God
Futures
Endless
babble of
What ifs.
Then
it happened.
Valentine’s
Day,
Day
of all days
They
said
You
were sleeping in the backseat.
What
if
Seatbelts
What
if
God
A
What if
Future
-
It
was taken from you.
Each
year passes
We
are privileged to grow old
And
you,
My
forever young friend
Sweet
skinny boy
Long
socks and glasses
You
are still
Just
seventeen.
Those
small town kids –
They
got old, too.
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