I Sit In Shock

I sit with my friend
That dark evening
Giggling all the while
Nothing to worry about

Mother comes in my room,
Says we must find you
You called about 7
and now it's 12
You only worked 1 hour away

We hopped in the car
Hoping you just ran out of gas
To keep our hopes up we kept that
Thought inside our heads

I sit in the passenger seat
Saying "I Hate Him"
I knew I would regret it
But not like this
I never hated you

I was angry you never came home
We searched through the fog and mist
Hoping we would find you
We soon gave up and turned
To go home

I sat in my room with my friend at my side
My mom is in the front room
My sister in the kitchen
We all sit and wonder
What happened to you

My head shot up when I heard
The noise in the front room
I opened the door wide
And saw what I never would have liked to see

A paster and a cop stood in front of the T.V.
I run to my mother screaming "What's Wrong?"

She just shook her head and pushed me away
But I wanted to know
What had caused all of this
I ask one more time "What happened?"

Her red eyes looked into mine
All she could manage was a few simple words
"He's Gone"
I stood in shock
Too dumbfounded to think
My friend stood in the kitchen
Watching us cry

I call her over, she really cared
She held me in her arms
Until she had to go
We were going to have fun that night
But everything went wrong

Mother had buns in the oven for camping the next day
I was expected to do my skit at day camp
My whole camp bowed their head in silence the next day in memory of you

Every year on that very day
I sit with my friends crying all the way
They care for me
They understand me

Then I go home
And sit alone in my room
Staring into the blank white wall
There was a picture of you
Posted on that wall

From this day on I will always sit in shock
Why did you leave so soon?
Why did you go?

You can't come back
But will always be in my heart
You imprinted your name
Right there in my chest
I will soon visit you
Someday in the years
You were special
You were great

I just always
Sit on my bed
Staring at my wall
With that single picture
On the blank white wall
Staring in shock
Why did I say that?

In Loving memory of
Ben P.
Died- August 7, 2002
He died from a motorcycle, he drived so carefully
He drived with care
But now he's gone and all there is left is a memory lingering in this house.