My friends are all packing
Their chapter is fin.
They're off to new places
Off to make a name.
I don't have words
To describe how I'll miss them.
So I think I'll just keep
saying
that they're the most important.
all of it.
the most.
I know I'll get sad.
I know I'll cry.
But I get to send them off,
and dream of the next goodbye.
The goodbye that comes after
the reuniting of laughs.
so, I'll be okay,
and they will to
because we've got places to go
and people to meet
art to create
and earth to see.
that's what matters.
cheers.
this poem is shit.
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