We peeled off your name tag on your cubby.
We cleared it out. You took your stuff home.
It's empty now.
Lonely and sad and cold.
I hate it.
Your name is no longer there.
My first instinct when I walked into school this morning
Was to search the crowd for a red hat -
Usually followed by the rest of our friends -
I looked and I looked
But you weren't there.
I looked across team
For your backpack
All of you guys' backpacks
On the hooks
Coats
Jackets
Hoodies
I didn't really care
As long as it was a sign that you were here
That you'd touched this place.
Your cubby is empty.
Your things are all gone.
I won't see you every day.
It's only been a day and already it hurts.
Who will I ask about spelling now?
When I have a burning music-related question?
Who will share all my interests and laugh with me
Never at me
And support me
And do the little hoppy dance
And who will I watch the Super Bowl with
Study with
If you're all gone?
Who am I supposed to love now?
I know this isn't goodbye.
It's temporary see-you-soon.
But what if something changes during that time?
What if three-hour rehearsals once a week aren't enough to keep us together?
Then what would I do?
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