Broken Promises

I'm okay.

I promise.

No, I'm not letting it get to me.

I know you're gone.

That you'll never come back.

That I've lost you forever.

When they walked into school that day,

none of us had a clue.

We had absolutely no idea.

We were so caught off guard when--

well, when it happened.

How could anything like this have happened?

You were so nice.

I thought I was so lucky

because everyone loved you

but I was the only one who could call you mine.

But then Jay came in that day

The day after their 18th birthday. 

They had gone and bought themself a gun.

Maybe that pawn shop should have

done a better background check

or something. 

Maybe a psychological evaluation. 

Jay should never have been able to get it.

They knew Mr. Massey had one

locked up in his desk

one that was legal.

He was shot first.

Then they pointed the gun at you.

Time slowed.

My heart stopped beating.

I remember the screams.

I remember the blood.

Maybe we should have better regulations

to purchase a weapon.

But that wouldn't help,

would it?

The black market's still a thing.

That will never end. 

But some people are responsible enough

to own one

to protect their families

their friends

everyone.

Some people can handle it. 

But people like Jay,

they can't.

I can't believe what they did.

I trusted them.

We trusted them.

But that's all pointless now.

That's gone

like you.

I'm not okay.

I miss you.

I still love you

because we both believed in love after death.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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