Remembering Him

I can’t pay attention, They have deprived me of my perception. My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful. In a room of people who never knew him. So sadly only I’ve seen him in eighth grade. I was the M.C. at his graduation. He ran up to the mic. He thanked for the award. “Thank you”, he said. Everyday in my mixed grade class, He would sometimes make everyone laugh. I wasn’t close to him, but knew enough From seeing him and his crew everyday.