i was looking through old pictures 
and was thinking of you like i always do
what if you never went outside to be alone that night 
it’s those horrible accidents in the paper 
“a 12 year old died swinging on a rope swing”
you never know grief until someone you love is being grieved 
your mom and dad were smiling in the picture of all of us
not knowing their lives would change in a few months
not knowing your dad would have to try to do cpr
and your mom cried out all her tears hoping you’d make it out of there
i thought you’d see your 13th birthday 
but you’re forever 12

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