A poem a day for 2013 - day 215 - And then nothing

I wish he lived
I wish he never got in the car that night
I wish the killer got caught
I wish I told him I liked him too
I wish high school didn't come with this
I wish I wasn't afraid to go to his funeral
I wish we could talk some more on the phone
I wish I knew which college he chose
I wish I can stop picturing a bullet through his head
I wish he wasn't afraid
I wish he had a picture of me
I wish I had one of him too