I stood by the radio as they phoned you in, my heart began to race and a chill ran up my skin, you came through the doors to Trauma Bed 8. We all worked so hard, it was surely too late, fluid from your ears, not one piece of you unbroken, not 10 minutes later doctors words "Call it," were spoken. Nineteen years old, not wearing your helmet, how could you forget? I wiped your face clean and under the blood lay a boy I never knew, but sure felt that I should. Remember me, you saw me last, I closed your eyelids and the tears came down fast. I think of you today and I'm honored that I was there, what a gift it was in your passing I did share I pray today the owner of that car that hit you and quickly drove away knows that they caused suffering and the end of your life In Trauma Bed 8.