TRAGIC Poem: SUMMER TALKS, by Kayja Alm

I spoke often to the neighbor boy
Although he was only eight
Almost every day that summer
I’d talk to him through our gate

Eventually he started school
So our talks came to an end
It didn’t really bother me
He would always be my friend

One day I saw him on a poster
At first I thought it was a lie
People tried to keep it quiet
I don’t quite understand why

Now everytime I pass his house,
I feel a heavy weight
Gone is the boy that once lived there
Taken when he was eight

-Kayja Alm