We had a rough start

Communicating only between

Friends of ours

But never actually meeting

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I tell you to stop one day

But someone exaggerates my message

Causing you to think

That I hate your guts

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Months later

You finally question why

I answer simply

Miscommunication

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You're happy to hear it

You want to become friends

But, having never met,

It makes it kinda hard

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We have plans to meet

On Saturday afternoon

And hang out with

Our mutual friends

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On my way to Pittsburg on Wednesday

I receive a sad call

At just 12:02 am that same morning

You were fatally hit by a car

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I don't believe it

Not at first

It's too serious

To be real

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Waiting nervously

For the funeral

Ironically set

For Saturday afternoon

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I go for support

Although I didn't know you

All my other friends did

I go for them

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I offer my shoulder

For so many tears

Only to begin weeping when I see

The face of the guy I was to meet at that moment

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Your face

So lifeless

Your fingers

So flat

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Your aura

So unnatural

Your color

So pale

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You don't look real

You look like a doll

It makes me angry

You shouldn't be remembered like this

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I walk out of the church

I join my friends

They tell me so many stories

That make me regret having never met you

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The next day

I visit your grave

So many flowers

Resembling so many broken hearts

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I spill Dr. Pepper

Your favorite drink

Near your head

For you to enjoy

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Wees later

I'm shown your memorial

Set up at the side of the intersection

Where you were last breathing

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I gasp when I'm shown

Where you were hit

And where you landed

Horrified at the space between

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I sign your cross

In mourning

For the friend I could've had

But never conversed with directly

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I'm in tears tonight

Writing this poem

Thinking back at our story

Realizing the sadness

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For Matthew McCully

Great poet, great artist

We made plans to meet that Saturday

I met you, but you never met me

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Matthew Scott McCully was just 19 when he was hit by drunk driver Christopher Reed. Chris sped up when he saw the changing light, thinking he could beat it. Unfortunately, he did, but didn't see Matthew until it was too late. Matthew was struck underneath the traffic light and landed 150 feet away, Chris leaving him behind. Later, after police arrived, Chris returned and was charged with leaving the scene of the crime. They announced MAtthew dead on impact. One of Matthew's best friends, Vicky, was with him and saw everything. She never left his side.

Matthew broke many hearts that night, when he left this world for the bliss one above. Those of us who were impacted by his death live on, greiving and hurting. Matthew will never be forgotten, and his spirit will never leave us.

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Sing me your spiteful melody, Larouxe Black... Paint me your painful masterpiece...