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November 29, 1989

 
I remember it well
I was only fifteen
And though I’d seen so much death and destruction at a younger age
On that day
I didn’t know how else to cope with loss

Sam and I had been friends when we were kids
The last time I saw him I was nine
We said we would write to each other
But for some reason, we never did

From time to time I would wonder what happened to him
One tends to wonder if friends are swept off by the rage of civil war
As a casualty
Or joining the cause… (for whatever side)
But my memory of Sam seemed to become more distant as I got older

I remember my mom’s best friend coming over for Thanksgiving
And amidst conversations she broke the news
“My nephew drowned…”

I felt guilt
I felt anger
The thought of my friend no longer filled me with a sadness I hadn’t felt before
Pieces of childhood memory seemed surreal
Someone I knew was gone

For days I moped and pondered
How?
Why?
And though I never spoke of him
He became an inspiration
I fantasized a lasting friendship that would takes us on epic adventures
All the teen angst I felt filled my head with words
And so, Sam become my first poem
Written by wallyroo92
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