Cassidy Poem by Jason Terrell

Cassidy

Rating: 5.0


I used to know a girl named Cassidy. There are two things you should know about her;
1) that I never spoke to her. Despite her many desperate attempts to push her way into people's lives she was constantly shut out.
2) she died in a car crash in second grade


'HI! ! ! ! ! ' She'd say screaming. 'HI, IM HERE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.' She'd screamed desperately using all the air in her lungs and lost her breath. But she always found it moments later, and she'd go off again with her'hi's' and 'hellos' with her voice in highs and lows.
See Cassidy, you just wanted to be heard. And I was a fool for not hearing you then, when you just wanted to be friends. All the teasing and bullying they put you through, I should've stood up for you but I didn't have a clue what to do because I'd never knew that you'd die. And your refusal to be ignored would die with you.
See we were on the same boat headed south to loneliness away from everyone else. The only difference was that you were trying to row up north against the current with your oar and paddling one side of a boat just makes it spin. So it left us both sick and dizzy spinning emptily in the middle of nowhere. And then you asked me to row with you.
You asked me to row with you. I didn't then. So few people would've paddled against faith with you and I sadly wasn't one of them. So I sat there watching you push and pull your oars against a current hell bent on drowning us. And your heart couldn't row us back to shore because it was full of bullet holes from when we shot you down with our silence.
Although I only knew Cassidy for a few short months, she had a fire in her heart that was burning through the holes and came out as determination and courage to fight fate to form her own destiny. But Cassidy, your goal was not destined to be, until I found you inside of me pulling on my heart strings while singing a song of guilt. Cassidy you had a voice that demanded attention, but not one that demanded responses.
I had given you my attention but never my response. But here it is, in the form of an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to hear you and reply. I didn't mean to murder you from the inside with cold stone silence. But if there's anything I'm gonna do, I promise you that I'll remember you till I'm dead and out of breath and then I'll find it again just like you, so I can live on to share your voice.

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