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.
"Life isn't about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself."
Said the big chalkboard on the wall
In that gym lined with red mats
And chairs and chairs and chairs
I'll never forget
I feel useless
Unproductive
No one needs me right now
Good
I have nothing to do
B o r e d o m.
I can't stop thinking about you
I assign myself tasks
Keeping me occupied
When I got home
After those two days
Passed by much too fast
And then they were gone
And I was changed forever
When I got home
I remember
I cried and cried and cried
From longing
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