I might

I think

I might miss this.

I might miss your smile

And the way it feels when you laugh

And

How we could talk about anything.

I might miss

Those precious few minutes spent together

Every morning

Ignoring the teachers who

Ask us to go to

Our separate homerooms.

I might miss walking with you

Talking with you

Playing in band with you.

I've written a lot of these, it seems

And I can't seem to stop.

I might miss this.

I definitely wish you could stay here

But

I think you'll do really great and

I believe in you

(and I will try to stop writing these).

I might miss you

Just a little.