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I went to go visit an old friend today.

I hadn’t seen him in over ten years when I heard that he had died.

I just happened to be driving down the road that his cemetery is on and turned into its gates on a whim. He was only buried a couple of weeks ago, and I just drove around looking for new plots until I found him.

Elise was with me, so we got out of the car and went over to his grave. I explained to her that a guy I knew had died and I wanted to go say hello and goodbye.

The pot of yellow flowers that someone left had fallen and rolled halfway down the hill, so I picked them up and put them back, and put the little pumpkin back on the headstone.

I said, “You always were a live fast, die young kind of guy, weren’t you?”

I still can’t completely wrap my head around the fact that the guy who I wrote about in this post  met his end by a cop’s bullet, but I can’t say I’m all that surprised, either.

I wrote so many great poems about you, Ricky.

See you in the next life.

4 Comments on “Ricky”

    1. It’s funny how you can still be affected, in however way, great or small, but the death of someone you haven’t seen or talked to in more than a decade, but it happens. Life is strange.

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