The Boy Named Aaron

We were just small children

growing up down the street

sharing our toys and smiles

the sweetest boy I'll ever meet

We'd meet in that field each day

You'd bring your red toy truck

I'd bring my dolls and with luck

our parents would forget we were out here

Inseparable, you and I

best friends joined at the hip

Lord we'd play and run and laugh

nothing was complicated, nothing unreal

The streetlights shot out,

I'm screaming your name

The fire burns bright at your house

My mom leaves me at home to help the people

I'm watching from my window

as they bring the people out.

Some of them breathing,

some of them aren't. 

I see your face, framed with blonde hair.

I scream your name. 
You don't move. 

Your name is engraved on a rock

I place roses at your grave. 

I miss you, Aaron.

Come back.

Author's Note

Toyed around with some realistic fiction.

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Okay this is pretty sad at the end :(
I thought Aaron would be alive when I started to read this :L
ah if this happened to me i would die o.o

But.. really. I'm dying to know who aaron is. I will make Hugo read this o.o