Like a fleeting wave pulled back from the shore.
Like a bubble floating, then suddenly it's gone.
Like a sugar rush that comes and leaves you drained.
Why was he torn away so quickly?
Why didn't we cherish his friendship when it existed?
Why didn't we take advantage of the time?
It was a good thing and now it's done.
He was a good kid and now he's gone.
They say, "All good things must come to an end."
I hate Cliche'.
Why now?
Why so soon?
Leaving a hole in the hearts of even those who barely knew him.
In memory of
Christopher Lee Short
o1/10/1989 - 07/08/2011
