hang in there good buddy

poetry

the sky was turned a slightly darker
shade of gray as you jumped from
your bike to the railing overlooking
the pond and dance back and forth
yelling fond cries of joy though i

for the first time

feared for your life that you yourself
might take it right before my eyes
that night

a fear i’ve never felt with anyone and i looked
you in the eye and told you i was scared for you
but now you’ve gone and left the only friends
you possessed and now i fear again
your cry

“DO WE HAVE A PROBLEM”

will fall on deaf ears and people will think

maybe you dont.

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