Nobody's here.

Blank, like his profile

In the back of my mind.

These were his friends,

But they don't deserve

To win.

He would have been there

But for luck.

This is all he left:

A thousand people in royal blue,

His name on the back

Flying away.

We don't need this

Reminder of your loss.

He was racing.

Imagine what his friend saw,

What

We all saw in the morning.

He was seventeen.

I never met him, but

He was mine.

And yours, and yours, and yours.

"Gone, but never forgotten."

I'll see you thereā€¦

Kennedy.