I haven't seen him in I don't know how long,
But,
He was that kid,
You know,
The tall, lanky, older kid,
The kid that made those three-hour car rides to wherever, bearable,
He was that kid, to me,
But I know he wasn't perfect,
I haven't seen him in way too long,
I know he didn't die as that kid,
Just because he was taken early,
Does not automatically make him perfect,
But those memories,
That kid?
They were my version of perfect,
I never dated him,
He was never any more than a friend,
And I never wanted him to be,
But he was my first heartbreak,
How ironic.
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An old friend named Issac Morey passed away. It feels so weird using his full name. This poem says it all. And I wish it said more. I wish it didn't end like it did. But it did. And uhm, he was amazing.
RIP Issac Christopher Morey. You are eternal
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