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Beautiful Kid

by Aaron Michael

the geese are flying south for your funeral.





they leave winter in their wake,


just like you.





the room dropped a few degrees when you passed,


just like my insides when


i found out why it was colder.





to many you're another statistic.


to few...too few...you're a tragedy.


to us....a beautiful kid,


who was dealt the perfect hand,


but left his cards on the table


and went home.





god's hands are clumsy.





i have no other words, but...


i have no words.

07/10/2006

Author's Note: R.I.P. Nate. i love you, brother.

Posted on 07/10/2006
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael

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