poetry for delight

not a poem, an ask

so, only two days ago, a very close friend of my brother's and a good friend of me as well, decided on poor choices with even worst people, which led him to his death. the striving, daring, seventeen year old, john*, was left to die in a stolen, wrecked car for the paramedics to find. as for me, i was completely torn because if we're being a million percent honest, i saw it coming, not the exact situation, but his ending. he was never one to follow a healthy path 24/7 and he wasn't that person you expected to either. i, my, brother, and my friend sally* would all go eat lunch at his work place before we had to return to school for american football matches, and he would genuinely add light to our day. sally* was in a relationship with him previously and i couldn't imagine her pure distraught over the incident. i, in later days, caught myself becoming close to john*, not romantically, but in a sisterly form. john* also relied on my brother at times for a ride home and when my brother was fired from his job in 2016, john* quit for his sake. he was truly a friend. this is not some sob story, but a thank you to everyone in my life who can make me smile, and a thank you to john* for doing just that. i ask that even though being daring seems the same as being brave, it isn't always that, so limit the bad choices, because some of us really do need you and your smile. x.

-keely.

sally and john are substitutions for the real names.