An Ode to Friendship as Told Through Months of the School Year
April 3, 2019
It is August.
As we sit in my room,
The fan stirring humid air
We mourn the summer,
Longed for but swept away so soon.
It is September.
We lug our backpacks over shoulders
And brace for the impact
Of introduction assignments
And new names
And unfamiliar classrooms
And fresh perspectives.
It is October.
The leaves are falling away,
Down
Down
Down
And we are falling
Back
Into
The
Routine.
It is November.
The trees are becoming bare
And the sounds of Sewickley
Mingle with our laughter
As we walk through the place we have welcomed
And made our own.
It is December.
We sit in the cafeteria
Conversation and laughter
Occupying the space where eating should be,
The sky swirling cerulean and powder flakes
Occupying the space where the warmth should be.
It is January.
A new year marks a new phase,
Stage crew
And drama club
And new friends
And lunches in the auditorium
And new relationships
And new jokes.
It is February.
We walk to homeroom
Past the candy gram sales
Past the orchestra room
Past our peers
Past our lockers
Past each other
And
Into
Another
Day
Now it is March.
The sun is rising earlier
Our assignments are sloppier
Spring break seems too far away
But we are together
And together
And together
And together
And finally okay.
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