I didn't tell you about him.
In fact only a few knew.
We were pretty close throughout our school years.
A guy we all loved.
I remember driving through Turbeville when I got the call about him.

You see there's this kid.
He took a shotgun and he killed himself.
Couldn't take life they said.
But life couldn't take him.
I remember hearing about it on an August beach night.

And we had plans to see each other that summer.
****, we were in class a couple weeks earlier.
I sat behind you and we'd share stories with the group about girls, partying, and our friends
I remember hearing about it at my job
I got yelled at by my boss that night for being slow
Whenever I'm home I visit the place you left us all,
I drive by slowly with my windows down thinking of your last moments,
Looking for the flowers we planted, but the seasons have taken them.