I sat by the tombstone as
the morning summer breeze
smacked my skin.
"Hey, bro..."
"It's been two years..."
My hand patted the plate that sat
on the top of the grave.
Charlie Parker
1998 - 2014
"Rachel is feeling way better,
but every time we pass
by your house, our school,
or your grave... she
breaks down."
A tear rolled down my cheek.
"She's still not over you..."
"...I can tell..."