The golden hairs of his fur coat, the forever smile on his face.
The times felt good.
But we never thought.
That dreadful day of the 24th.
The sky was dark and the sun was down.
That red car I’ll never forget
The way it tore down the street lurching from side to side.
Crossing the street, oblivious
to the fact
of the machine.
Just standing on the other side…
I’m 15 years old.
I love poetry, reading, writing, playing chess and am thinking about getting into blogging