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.
When we talked about college
Four years away for you
Five for me
You want to go to MIT
"Math", you said
4.7% acceptance rate
Buddy, trust me, if anyone can make it it's you and that's not even bias,
My therapist told me not to punch waves
I think it was supposed to be a metaphor
I don't punch waves
I throw myself into them
Relentlessly
Until I can't feel the pain
If I called you
Right now
In the middle of the night
If I called you in tears
And said I don't know
I don't know how to do this anymore
Maybe I never did
One second I'm fine
The next
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