schoolmates.
poems.
they say
things happen in life
no one can calculate
and sometimes
no one can understand
how
why
why now
why he
why in this goddamn car
they say
things happen in life
we have to go through
as if breathing pain
would make it any better
and
no matter how often you repeat it in your head,
no matter how often they explain it all over again
or
how often you deny it
to yourself
nothing can change the fact
that he's gone
and won't ever come back to you
all what's left are the stories you shared,
the memories
captured in your heart like the strings of your guitar
who would have expect
that this would happen one day?
you laughed like the brother of mine
you smiled like a sunshine
you always ate chips in school
and loved football too much to survive a game without dying three times every minute
I mean
boy
how could you be gone?
I read the article they wrote
over and over again
and I am shocked
I don't understand
still
I can't fucking understand
that he was eighteen
that he died last week
he was always a happy boy
they say
talking about things in his life
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xx in loving memory to the one we met in prag and won't let go of ever again xx