*This poem was published in May 2020 in The Poets Symphony by Raw Earth Ink.
We never had a photo together
yet I remember every expression of you
I have never returned the books you left on my book shelf
the only ones without dust
Silent night has never been peaceful
since I heard your car burned into flames
on the highway with extra snow
buried your seventeen years old charred body
This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to whenever I was in need of a friend
Why did it have to end
I have never been able to say goodbye to you
maybe that is why nothing good had been with you
You left me a letter before you boarded the plane
You know I have never opened it to this day
Nothing matters really since the day you’ve been gone
This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to whenever I was in need of a friend
Why did it have to end
Nothing is as pure as childhood sweethearts
No love is sweeter than sweet sixteen
I dream of you still in black and white
Your linen shirt flying on the swing
Your manic laughter on the seesaw
This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to whenever I was in need of a friend
Why did it have to end
There is no he will ever replace you
in the land of the living
You are my perfection
my first
and my destiny
Flicker of Thoughts 