All I have,
For everything.
A pawprint
In clay.
That's it.
Thousands of trinkets, toys, stuffies.
Folder upon folder of random junk.
Papers and pencils and packs of gum
Study lists, flashcards, photo albums, puzzles.
And all I have
For the tears, rolling down my cheeks
The way I know I will never recover
Never want another pet
Never, never again
All I have for all the memories
And how you've been here since birth
And how I've been your human kitten -
All I have.
A pawprint in clay.
I saw a photo of our band from last year
our Wind Ensemble
the intern we all fell in love with
the conductor we adore
everyone was together
and I just...
gah.
I wanted to yell STAY
Sack race
thirteenth birthday party
start of seventh grade.
My two BFFs since kindergarten,
the one that slipped in from fourth grade,
the two I met in fifth -
then of course my party girlfriends
How lucky am I?
To feel loved?
In a household and a family and a school that makes me feel not worth it
not good enough
and I found someone outside of it all who loves me?
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