We hung out under a tree
The day they all left
Lost and alone
In our own heads
Someone forgot their hoodie and came back
And I ran to them
Yelling their name
Tacklehugging them
Needing them back.
Needing them all back.
We hung out under a tree
Our tiny mini friend group
Bonded tighter over the year
But not as fun
More boring, I guess.
There wasn't as much going on.
We hung out under a tree
And wished our sorrows away.
Everybody hates mirrors.
Anything reflective.
Anything that shows you who you are -
we will never be enough to appease ourselves.
I miss when I could go into a public restroom
and wash my hands
Universal languages are -
something you understand without speaking.
How you connect with people of
different.
Cultures, places, traditions.
How you love people who are not the same as you.
I wasn’t
Sure.
Not one hundred percent.
I knew I wanted it
But I wasn’t prepared last time
We weren’t ready last time
I’m surprised I was ready this time.
But I was -
We were.
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