Gred

by Neezerbean

A poem about George's feelings after Fred dies. 'Fred is dead. Unbelievable no matter how many times said.'

A ghost of a smile

A phantom laugh

A flash of red locks

A bang

Some sparks

A funny smell

My twin

I knew him so well

My double

My other half

Gred

Forge

George

Fred.

Fred is dead.

Fred is dead.

Unbelievable

No matter how many times said

Fred is dead.