I wrote a poem today. I wrote it after I buried my best friend.
He was in a hit in run last week. God I’m going to miss him.
I’ll miss the way we wrote long letters every day in English.
He would draw crazy pictures and all kinds of randomness.
Like once, he drew fish and little air bubbles all over the letter.
I’m going to miss how his sandy hair always fell into his eyes.
And then to find the letter in the book he was reading.
It was a letter to me.
He told me he really liked me and was scared he would ruin our
friendship but he was going to ask anyway.
He asked me if I’d like to be his girlfriend!
I just can’t believe this. Why do I always lose the people dearest to me?
I’m afraid I’m cursed. Okay, that’s crazy. Of course I’m cursed.
I mean, I see spirits. Duh! The fates laughed when I was born and said,
“let’s see how long it takes to break this one.”
I think I broke today.