Julie


Julie
I miss you and the things we use to do,
like waking up early in the summertime to
play hopscotch, jacks, or find trees to climb.
Hanging out in your grandma’s den
Eating and watching TV again.
Talking and laughing with your mom and aunties.
You didn’t die from some disease
I heard the news of the car accident
But I didn’t realize what it meant
How could your mom get drunk and drive.
How come you’re dead and she’s alive.
I miss my buddy, my friend, my Julie
You will live forever in my memory
Because I never forgot when we were eight,
we got up early and stayed up late.

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In memory of my first BFF. She died when we were eight and I have never forgotten her.