Shorts and Such

What You Got Wrong

You started with a simple phrase

"April, a time of change."

My heart began to flutter

As if they were the steady beating of a robin 

On a lovely April day.

"April 29th, 2016, we lost a brave soldier"

My wings are clipped

I fall back down into that tormented state I worked to dig myself out of for months

Although, a little discrepancy lies in your blunt

Stating of what you thought of that night

And what you thought of his blight.

It was a day later

When he got sick of all the haters

April 30, 2016

May 1.

I got home from church

My friend said "We are meeting at the park, under the birch."

My heart pounded

My feet began bounding

"Why? What's going on?"

"Joel is no longer with us. We need to talk."

Boom.

My heart stops

My head is spinning like a top

I floor the gas

I'm going fast

Praying to God that it wasn't his last.

Then the demons laugh

Reach for their flask

Pour the drops in my eyes

Like rain that falls from the sky

My vision is blurred 

I can barely focus

But I get to the park

Our demeanor is dark

It was only an email

A discarded piece of chain mail.

I can't stay forever

I lay in bed, replaying this endeavor.

I can't think straight, so I write

I can't sleep through the Goddamn night.

I cried throughout my earliest class

But not a soul there could understand

They said that when two were taken

The whole school had mourned and was forsaken

But there were barely any tears shed

For the man who lay in his eternal bed.

You may have known him

I knew him, but not like I wish I had.

It may have poison

Or gunshot

Or cuts

But none of that matters

Because it won't change that he's gone.