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I Remember
Dear Mr. Sir,
Today is the day
That is seven months
After the day of his death.
Dear Mr. Sir,
Today is the day,
That everything finally hits me
In a speeding tornado.
I finally cry,
Realize he's gone,
And that he was still so young.
I finally break,
The fracture was always there,
But now it's finally busted.
I read the words of his father,
About taking smiles and laughs for granted.
I know his pain, I've known it for almost a year,
Though it's been in the dark.
It'd been five years since I had seen him.
Five years since we had laughed together.
But somehow, knowing he's gone,
Makes it seem like a life time.
At first, I wanted to forget.
I wanted to forget that I ever knew him.
All the memories, all the days spent running around,
Like trouble-making hooligans,
Just to forget the pain.
But then I knew that if I forgot him,
I'd forget his -and my- family.
His dad, so close to me, he was almost mine too;
Or atleast my uncle.
His mom, my surrogate mother, and nothing less than that.
His sister, who could have been mine.
I loved him.
No, I still love him.
I always will.
I can't remember the sound of his voice, which troubles me.
But I remember how blue his eyes were,
How his cheekbones pointed his smile to the sky,
competing with it for size.
I remember how his laugh boomed,
chasing the wind.
I remember how his hugs were crushing,
And always felt like home.
I remember just about everything,
And that's all that matters.
So now that I'm writing this,
I don't know if I'm saying hello or goodbye,
But I do know I'm saying that I remember,
And that's all that matters.
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