Class of 2015

Starry night sky and a temperature that could freeze our bones
We were only fifteen, holding onto each other like 
a flock of birds, as if we would never be 
apart
As if youth would always be 
A door ajar 
away

I guess the reason why 
loneliness hurts me so much
Is because I’ve found 
home in the people I love
There is a specific kind of 
comfort that comes with true friendship
A specific kind of selfless, gentle, non-sexual love
That can only be found within this 
tiny, magical space

Clinging onto these memories as if they would 
come back, back, back to me
I don’t see it as depression or nostalgia
But as cherishment, or ever-lasting affection
An attempt to reconnect with the 
naivety 
That only lasts for such a small period of time

Going into such separate directions feels like breaking an 
unspoken promise
Our roots growing deep into the Earth.