Gone

December 5, 2008
By Rebekah Hadley, Weatherford, TX

When you were here I felt like there was hope. The love you had for me my big brother, gone. Just like you. Why did you have to go and where did the hope and love go. Hope, some where high where I can't reach,gone. Love os somewhere hiding, gone. And I hear your voice saying that everything is going to be ok. But all I can do is cry as I put a rose at your grave, gone.


The author's comments:
This poem is about how I feel now that the boy who could make me smile died.

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