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i miss you

Did you remember my birthday?

It was a few months after you left

You wouldn’t want to come back now

It’d be like the dead rising

Wait, nevermind that

I’ve heard miracles call the people’s attention

Whether the story’s true

Or false

It took weeks for them to notice you were gone

For good

Mrs. A still sets aside homework

And notes packets

With your name on it

As if you are just on vacation.

So why would they care if you came back

I would, and so would your best friend

Is it more than that why you’ve stayed away

Is it

Reasons I should’ve picked up on?

Subtle hints and questions I’ve never asked?

I’m too young to have things haunt me

Maybe I should try texting you

I’m too afraid of what you’d say

You didn’t even tell us you were leaving

She did

Wasn’t even supposed to, were you

Waiting to see how long

Until someone noticed?

I could only really talk to you

Now I never really talk to anyone

It’s all superficial

I’m really not “okay”

My weekend wasn’t “good”

No one wants to hear the truth

I can’t read those books anymore

Remember the ones we laughed over?

The books we screamed about during plot twists?

You began to disappear

When I read ahead of you and

I no longer noticed you felt

Different

Than before, it sounds crazy, they’re

Just books- my favorite, actually

They sit on my shelf now

No longer readable but decoration

The next one comes out in November

I don’t really care anymore

Let the heroine die, let their universe collapse

It will all mend in the end

By the writer’s pen,

I’m no longer part of their story

And neither are you

Our friends are falling apart

The Table, remember?

Always sitting in the same spot

Next to the teacher’s table

The kind and responsible ones

That’s old news

You helped me make an island

A place of neutrality

Where you could be safe

And accepted

But now the rifts and tension

The gaps in friendships

That seemed unbreakable

When we were innocent sixth graders

Singing songs about

Rainbows, and ranch, and cordless mics

Every Tuesday.

We sang them together

And that’s the key phrase here

Because the last time I’ve sung them

Was with you

And only you

Everyone else was on their phone

Eating with their head down

Or laughing at the two girls who wanted

Things to go back to the way they used to be

We were shut down

At least I was, but you continued

To be happy and peaceful no matter what while

I let their negativity get to me

You sang about rainbows while

I sang about folding into a paper airplane

And flying off into the sunset

Where they crashed

And died

Was that why you left?

Or at least part of it?

I’ve changed now

I’m getting better

So where are you?

She misses you, you know

Your best friend is struggling

Can’t find her place

I think I’m the only person

Who notices that she’s changing

How she acts and reacts

Based on feedback from her actions

We’re all getting mad

She hates too much now

Hates our friends

My best friend lives far away and

It’s not the same

You need two, one for school

And then your old friend who knows

The depths of your heart.

She is trying for the wrong

New friend, and I can’t help her

See that

I’m suffering too

We leave for the 8th grade trip in a week

Last year, during the Chicago visit, we

Stuck together on the bus ride,

But this year you won’t be here

There are assigned buses anyways

We could’ve been roomates

After all, it was the two of us left over

Until I was taken by a group

That I don’t want to be in

Was that why you left?

Because I didn’t speak up?

Somehow you stopped me from becoming shy

Now that you’re gone

So many thoughts crowd my head

But I can’t seem to vocalize them

Talk about what I’m thinking

No one listens anyways

That’s why I’m writing

Not talking

I’m fading and you aren’t here to bring me back

Everyone else is fading too

Or burning the wrong color altogether

Are you fading, too?

Do you have someone new

To keep you there forever?

Even if you came back

It would all be different

I’m thirteen now,

Remember?

I miss you

please don't judge this. it makes me cry every time i read it. it is completely and utterly genuine.

#poetry #sad #cry #miss #friend