I just had the sudden urge to write a poem, and I know it isn't the best, but please bear with me.

I was at my grandparent's house, laying on the floor

When the phone rang, and Mam-maw went answer it

I was waiting for her to get off the phone, so we could talk more

When she pointed at a chair and told me to sit

She told me that Dad told Mom not to tell me, but I needed to know.

She prolonged the silence, not knowing how to put it, but then she sighed.

Then, she told me that no matter what happened, She'd always be here for me.

With a great sigh and a pained look, she flat out said, "Your cousin died"

I was shocked, but I hardened my heart, expecting it to be anyone,

Anyone but who it really was. When his name was said, piece by piece

My heart then broke, and a tear fell, then I wondered who found him, it had to be someone

When I asked, she said she didn't know, but hopefully he was at peace.

Hardly older than me, a measly four years,

you had committed suicide

because you thought your parents would kill you

Trust me, they'd prefer you over a truck by their side

Now, years later, I feel a dull ache, and I remember that day with clarity,

Then wonder about that pain with slight unfamiliarity, but then I remember you.