I miss her sometimes.

She was a good friend.

We were there for each other in the hard times.

We only knew each other in the hard times.

It’s easy to bond over that.

But I don’t think we would’ve needed it.

But she was so sweet and kind

And easy to talk to.

We bonded over Olivia Rodrigo.

I taught her how to make paper cranes

And she made an army to rival my own.

I made her a particularly special one the day she was crying.

It had a little note on the wing,

Telling her she was loved,

Signed off by me.

I never got to say goodbye,

So It comforts me that she has it now.

I may just have the memories,

But I can hold onto them.

And I hold onto this faint little hope in my heart,

That I’ll see her again.

At that concert in December,

Or at a tournament for the debate team.

I doubt it,

But that’s okay.

I’m comfortable with what I have.