Missing Hunter Miller

Back some years ago I lived next door to a kid named, Jeff. He had never told me his last name, so when we bcame fast friends over that summer that he had moved here, I adopted him as my closest friend and nearly a brother. When I told my parents they smiled and welcomed Jeff kindly to there family over dinner one night, "Welcome home Jeff Miller." I grinned and looked over to my new found brother and he stared warmly up at my parents. He had always given that warm smile. I never knew that it would become something to fear, a mark of the soon-to-be dead. He had given me that warm smile every day we saw each other. I,Hunter Miller,grew to love Jeff Miller. In those early years Jeff and I would play games and act innocent when we clearly were not. I would pay to have those warm calm days back. Those days where we sat under the apple tree in the midst of a summer haze. Yes now looking back on it it all seems like a summer haze. Waving and changing and never ending uncertainty. But play time is over for us. Im missing and Jeff is a murder. Ah what I wouldn't give to have back those summer days.