An attractive
athletic, artistic
son, brother, and father
classmate and crush.
Now only a proven statistic
anyone who lives south
on Long Island.
When I close my eyes
see your smile
hear your laugh
realize you wore sunglasses
more often than not,
hiding the beautiful brown almond shapes
of your eyes.
This reality
not even prayers could save you
How did you die?
Oh my gosh…such soul searching… thank you for sharing 🌞
This poem hits deep and hurts and that’s why it’s so good.