We hung out under a tree

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.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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