June 30th

"June 30th. On the sun roof. He woke up suddenly. At that instant a jet from the air base crawled in silence overhead. On the beach, children try to leap into its swift shadow."-Jim Morrison

The lights flashed,
phones went off.
The valley of buildings shook with a tremor.
Police and ambulances scramble.
The air was felt with a life fading away.
I was 19, lost a member of my tribe.
I look back and cry.
I wish I could have one more day,
Just to show you all that I've done.
Thank you for those days you dragged me to school,
Thank you for those walks where we could talk nonsense for hours,
Thank you for being my brother from another mother.

R.I.P. Bryant, 9 years later and it still feels like yesterday.