rootbeer summer

September 25, 2011
i loved him like a brother--our
summerbeautifulwarm world of
swing sets at buchanan and
skatehop pizza and
cold rootbeer.
watching tv on his couch, frigid air
conditioning during summer heat:
cracking silly inside jokes that
no one understood
but me.
teardrippingcheeks, the word on my
tongue tastes bitter and
metallic--whispers of
cancer and medicine. find a
piece of
anything is better than this,
he said.
hotsunscreensummer days at the
rec pool with our friends,
are no more.
without hims, out
blazing rootbeer summer
is over.

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