QueenBee

I feel completely

Lost

Alone

By

Myself here.

No company

Could fix this.

Drowning in my own emotion,

Melting in the not-yet-summer heat.

I can't think straight,

Can't be

Bittersweet goodbye -

Half the grade is happy.

Half the grade is crying inconsolably.

There are tears and smiles

And hugs and laughs

And tissues and noses being blown

While the flowers bloom in the field

A tacklehug

Running out to greet friends.

The feathery-light feeling

Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,

All grasping for some sort of an embrace.

A giant group hug

Bear hugs, too

I step off the sweaty bus

And onto hard pavement.

It's not raining hard

But it's not not raining hard, either.

My purple Converse

Step around puddles

On the sidewalk.

There has been something

Building in my throat

For the last few months.

Burning

Needing to say it,

I need to say it,

I can't go forever

Not saying it.

I don't know

What it is

Exactly.

All my friends are eighth graders,

Or on the other team.

Aside from two,

Who I hope never tire of me

But probably already have.

All my friends are eighth graders,

Which means all my friends are leaving.