Billy Gone

I didn’t know her well
after two years of seeing her
every day in class or in the hall
she’d give me a high five
very high cuz she was tall
and I would return the favor
with her nickname, Billy.

Billy and her sister cared for
each other best they could
I didn’t know whose little one
she was just that she needed
more than she was ever given
like she’d always been headed into
more trouble than she could handle.

Nobody knew how to feel
after Billy’s very adult deed
all of us lost in our own way
faces frozen no more jokes and
no more skipping no more hidden
unpaid dues no more high fives
and shy grins little stranger.


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