QueenBee

I don't know you anymore.

I learned this

Today.

Gone is the silly boy

As tall as I was

That purple beanie obsession

We all shared -

Tank tops in summer, Crocs all year round,

Not anymore.

You stand up

To take a solo.

Before, I've always smiled

At it.

Seeing you solo

Is incredible -

Just watching you -

I may not know you,

But I know you

By how you play.

I want to cry.

I want to cry

But I cannot.

Graduation

Graduation

They're leaving

It's finally happening and how will I survive

What if this what if that

Stress

Schoolwork

Why?

It's a question I ask

More and more.

How far

Am I willing to go for this?

As it gets harder

And harder.

Auditions.

I have to prove to other

People

Actual

Judges

One of the first songs

I learned to play

Was

"The Streets of Laredo".

I remember this

With all the other songs in that book

Too.

Now, it is

In my closet

Broken

The cover falling off

I hold a dandelion to my lips,

The skeletal puff of its existence -

And I blow on it gently

After thinking hard:

What should I wish for?

For my friends to never have to leave?

To stop being so behind