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.
He likes the solidity
Of having protection,
His big friendly guardian
Always beside him.
She liked the companionship,
How he always had a quip.
They talked about everything under the sun
Noise
Every night
In my head
Noise
Every day
Swirling
Twirling
Dipping and diving
New lows and new highs
Noise
Everywhere
All the time
When their nagging talking ugh
If I could sail
I'd sail away
Far away
I'd sail away from this place
But I wouldn't go to another
I would stay in between
Refusing to stay
Refusing to go
If I could sail
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