2025/Emily-

I watch my friend's house slowly get packed.

I will be at their going-away party if there is one.

It is here too soon, and my heart hurts so bad.

I know this feeling from experience.

All my friends left one after the other,

Like balloons floating away in the wind.

Soon I will be the one moving away from my friends.

I feel really sad, and my friends probably felt this way too.

I still text, but it’s not the same

As before when I could walk right over.

Crafts we used to make that we can no longer do—

Some things we can do one way, but not the other.