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My Poem to Zack


This is an old poem, I wrote it about 5 years ago when I loss my best friend to a car accident.  He and I had talk like a few days before the accident, and the last thing I remember telling him is "I'll holla atchu later."  So here is goes.

 

So they say that you died in a car accident...

Hearing it over the phone, I was hoping that it was a false statement

 

But I begin to receive more and more calls that said the same thing

Hoping and praying to myself that it was just one miserable dream

 

Reality slapped me in the face and said that you were really gone

Which was crazy cause, a couple days before, we were talking on the phone

 

You called just to check up on me, because you always did things like that

But we never finish the conversation becuase I told you that I had to unpack

 

The last words I said to you were that "I'll holla atchu later."

Not knowing that the next time I saw your face it would be on a sheet of paper

 

Crying on and off for three straight nights, gave me the worst headche

Tried lifting weights, but dealing with this, there was just no way

 

So I begin to look back on all the good times that we've had as friends

Rush home from school to watch tv and pretend we were dating the Landry twins

 

You would have Tia and I'd take Tamera

We use to hang together like a bird and a feather

 

Because of you, I experience my first suspension out of school

But since it really wasn't our faults, everything turned out cool

 

Football season and practices were fun for us too

Never said anything but there was a time you knocked the wind out of me, boy was I made at you

 

Then there was the time you scored  6 touchdowns in one game

Then you quit....Left me thinking, this season would never be the same

 

So yeah, I feel like a bird with no feather

But I know no matter what we'll always be friend forever

 

I refuse to say good bye, which is what most do when your face appears on this sheet of paper

It just wouldn't make any sense because I already told you that "I'll holla atchu later."


R.I.P

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