Gdby.

My bags have all been packed now,

My stomach tied in knots,

I never thought I’d have so many

Sad, yet happy, thoughts.

My ride is waiting outside,

There’s nothing left to do,

I only wish I could have gotten

To say goodbye to you.

But you ignored all my texts

And ignored my calls.

You ignored my letter,

That I scratched into the walls.

I don’t want to leave this way,

But I don’t have a choice.

It’s hard to make an impact,

With such a tiny voice.

I’m walking out to door now,

To start my new life there,

And the only thing stuck in my mind is,

Why doesn’t he care?

We have been through far too much

To let it end this way,

But you didn’t end try

Or ask for me to stay.

You don’t know where I’m going,

Nor do you know why,

You couldn’t even bring yourself

To just tell me “goodbye”.

They’re all waiting for me.

I really have to go,

But I’m going to miss you.

That’s all you need to know.

-BlairieLouHoo.

Better.

Today, I found your hair strand

In my blanket seam,

And right away what came to mind was

I need a cloning machine.

I’ll take your brown and curly hair,

Drop it down the tube,

Watch it spiral round and round,

And land inside the cube.

The cube would then shake and light up

Signaling it’s time,

Then I’ll have a pea sized blob

Coated in blue slime.

I’ll place the life form in a box

To keep it safe and warm,

I’ll guard this small shape with my life

And wait while it transforms.

Month and months and months will pass

As I sit and stare,

And finally the time will come

To let the thing have air.

It would be just like you

In every possible way,

But the good thing about this girl

Is she’d be here to stay.

She’d have the same square glasses

Same laugh and smile,

She’d be hilarious and comforting

And have the same fun style.

She’d know all our inside jokes

And keep them locked up tight,

She’d have your Southern accent

And energy so bright.

She’d know how to make me laugh

And hold me when I cry,

But best of all, with this girl

I’d never say goodbye.

She would be my best friend,

I’d tell her everything.

She’d know my secrets and fears

And dance with me while we sing.

Sure, it’d be nice to clone you

From your hair in my blanket seam,

But truthfully, you’re better.

You’re more than just some dream.

And even though when I see you

It must come to an end,

There is always the next time

Where we do it all over again.

I wouldn’t trade that for the world,

That’s really how I feel.

For the thing you have, she never will.

You, my friend, are real.

Dedicated to my best friend and cousin, Jessica Marie Petersen.

-BlairieLouHoo.