• Momma walked in...
    Followed by you...
    But who were you?
    You sat of grandpas chair...
    You looked at me and smiled shyly...
    Momma sat on the couch...
    "Monica... This is Keenan." She said to me.
    "Hello..." I whispered shyly.
    You looked to be about 25?
    "Hi Monica." You said to me.
    You held out your hand and I took it carefully.
    It was rough and strong...
    Like a football players.
    "Go grab your cards with all those wuestions on them. Keenan wants to see how smart you are." Momma said.
    I went to my room and grabbed them.
    Momma took them and read a question.
    I rolled a dog down under my foot nervously and answered correctly.
    She asked many questiosn each time I answered right.
    Then finally I had to leave for school.
    You drove me to school.
    After school you picked me up.
    All of a sudden you lived with us.
    I seen you every day.
    School got out and you were still there.
    Then came the day that I had to leave for Arizona.
    I came up stairs crying.
    You asked what was wrong.
    I said "I don't wanna go."
    You hugged me and told me everything would be fine...
    You wouldnt leave me.
    I left and then 2 weeks passed and I was coming home.
    "He moved out Monica. Keenan's gone." Momma text me.
    "Why?" I asked but never recieved a reply.
    I got home and unpacked.
    I text you.
    You always answered.
    Then that bright sunshiny day, I called.
    No answer.
    That was unusual.
    I called later.
    Still nothing.
    Momma came home from work the next day.
    She handed me the newspaper that her work made.
    She said nothing, didn't even look at me.
    "Male employee. Found dead in his car."
    I seen my best friend.
    He was right there under the head line...
    Eyes so cold...
    Mouth hanging open a tiny bit...
    Momma gave me an envolope.
    Front said: Misty's child.
    I opened it wondering what it could be...
    Here's what I read:
    "Monica,
    You are beautiful.
    If I would have been a little younger maybe we coud have been more than what we were.
    Maybe you were right,
    I'm not the person I should be.
    All our memories together.
    Every moment was amazing.
    Please just forget about me but always keep this letter close to you.
    Don't let anyone take it from you.
    -Keenan
    It was so sad.
    I kept the letter.
    But I began drinking.
    Not to get ready of his memory.
    No.
    Just enough that I could only think about him.
    I would sit there for hours reading the letter and looking at pictures.
    His brother is the one that helped me on countless nights.
    I miss my friend.
    I just had my drinking night.
    But I promised a man that I would try to quit drinking.
    I only had 2 and a half drinks...
    Though I normally have 5.
    But tonight I had two people in my head.
    Which wasn't that bad.
    I love you Keenan.
    I will forever miss the sound of your voice,
    The shine of your smile,
    The twinkle of your eyes,
    The roughness of your skin...
    Good-bye my friend...
    I will miss you.
    I do love you.
    Why you ever left I don't know...