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Three Little Boys
Three little boys lie in a row,
none of them the same.
Three little boys stories untold,
plenty of people to blame.
Three little boys lives unfold,
everythings going to change.
Cylis is eleven today and during supper he came home for the first time in two months. Mr. Jay had given him a blanket to dry off but water seeped through anyways and stained the floor. For one hour our family was whole again, but all the promises in our hearts couldn’t make him stay. My little brother came back the same way he left; a memory.
His funeral was on July 4th and for the first time I watched the fireworks alone. The glittering lights danced above me and try as they might to keep my attention, all i could hear was Cylis.
“Missy did you see how big that one got? Did you? I like that one the best....BOOM...Missy Missy look! I change my mind, that one is my favorite!” I whispered back into the sky, “Yeah Cylis, I saw it. I like that one best too.”
Two Years Later
I’m a sister of a cold case. Nobody told me there was an expiration date on uncovering the truth. An apology for a service unprovided. A paycheck still rewarded to an unsuccessful attempt at justice. How can one find closure with a case unsolved?
Those who serve, pride themselves on their dedication towards the stop of corruption and become angered towards societies complaints. Stating there is simply not enough time and too many cases to solve them all. But, it was them who choose their profession. Those who seek help did not choose to be wronged.
I’m scared too much time will pass and Cylis will be forgotten. Neighbors will move away. Strangers will fill the houses and my little brother will become just another body in the grave yard.
When you have children, not even in your wildest dreams do you expect them to die before you. Sammy did though. He was my baby boy. And I let him down.
The judge ruled in favor of Reggie’s plea for visitation of Sammy under and agreement that Reggie would find and keep a steady job. It took every once of will power I had to let Reggie take Sammy out of my arms. Combing my fingers through his hair I told him one more time I’d right back before I finally turned away.
I was only gone a few hours to run some errands, but it turns out thats all Reggie needed. It was noon when I ventured back up the apartment stairs. He lived on the third floor, in apartment 15C,a place where even God keeps his back turned.
I heard it from the stairwell. A gun shot. Two stairs at a time, then three stairs at a time until i reached the top. No answer at his door.
My the time the police got there my fists were stained with blood. Somebody grabbed me and held me away as they kicked the door in. Time stopped. My lungs begged for air but my body refused to breath. All I could see where badges until my eyes refused to see anything.
Two Years Later
If I can’t have him, no one can. Love Reggie. Thats all I have left. People thanked God when the Reggie was found guilty. Not me. There was no God in that courtroom. Only citizens paying there debt to society. The true verdict was the death of one, the souls of three, and one family.
I feel in love with Bud when I was six. He was two years older and liked my freckles. Back then thats all I needed to fall in love.
Two Years Later
I was eight and Bud was no longer.