Kids shouldn't have to learn these things

Kids shouldn't have to learn these things

A Poem by Annabelle Lee

"Who's tearing apart my gym?" 
Coach yelled as my clean hit the floor and scared him 
"Your little champion," you said, and smirked at me 
"I was only runner-up," I said, defensively 

That was a whole three years ago 
If I could go back I wouldn't have let go 
of your gaze, or your friendship, the way that we teased 
I didn't realize how much you meant to me 

"No one sees Annabelle anymore." 
You said that one day, because to even the score 
I chose to move up my graduation day 
Time with you was something I threw away 

That was a whole two years back 
If I could return I would have gone off track 
Stayed with you that extra year, 
I could have waited to move here

"Who's going to be there?" I asked Lexi 
"Oh, Ryan, and Luke, but not Cassidy." 
I knew without her there you might actually 
Swallow your pride and interact with me. 

And you did, and that was the last day we hung out 
before I left for college and you started out 
your senior year was going to roll smooth 
And then November 3rd I saw you. 

Not in person, I was two hours away 
I don't know why I felt the need to tune into that game 
I saw you play, mister million-touch-downs 
you played both ways and ran the other team to the ground 

Of course there was an injury, one of theirs broke his arm 
was rushed off in the ambulance, held up the game for too long 
when you all came back you didn't show mercy 
I really wish you had taken it easy 

Because I watched from my dorm room two hours away 
I saw you fall down and you weren't okay. 
After you had just ran the cleanest play of your life 
You played your last football game that night 

I prayed so hard when they rushed you off 
for your health and your safety, for one more talk 
I wouldn't care where that conversation went 
Because any time with you would be time well spent 

I fell asleep full of worry and regret 
And woke up to my phone ringing, one of our friends 
I didn't pick up, I was afraid of bad news 
I wasn't ready to hear we lost you 

I opened my computer to check my grades 
But the first thing I saw was my facebook page 
flooded with prayers and pictures of you 
I ran out of the dorm, it couldn't be true 

There in the stairwell of McMindes Hall 
I felt my heart closing, I slid down that wall 
If only I could throw up or stop breathing 
how on earth had your heart stopped beating 

The heart that carried us all those years 
I drowned in a river of my own tears 
I called up my dad again 
Wondering how I had  lost my once-best friend 

We were only seventeen 
Kids shouldn't have to learn these things 
That tomorrow might just not come 
That time was something we could run out of 

But if I could tell you something today 
I'd let you know I'm not letting minutes slip away 
I'm not hiding the ways that I feel 
and people might not like that but they deal 

And I tell everyone I love about you 
About all of the things you loved to do 
And how you never missed out on what you wanted to do 
And I tell them how much we all miss you 

And If I could hug you one last time 
I wouldn't tell you any of those lies 
About how much I wasn't going to miss that town  
That raised us both, because it made me so proud 

To see two thousand people in that high school gym 
There for support, there to find comfort in 
The closure we gained by seeing you one last time 
But you weren't scoring layups, you weren't even alive 

You asked me once, how many people would care if you died 
The answer was more than two thousand, you were an important guy 
So now when I go back to that one-horse town 
Your name comes up no matter where I hang out 

You left us a year ago 
But none of us have let you go 

© 2016 Annabelle Lee


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