Twenty Years

Year Six

It was our senior year.

I was sad to leave you.

You said we'd keep in touch.

Over the past five years we got really close.

We couldn't get out of each other's butts.

We had our inside jokes that no one else got.

But that's what makes them inside jokes.

You even got a girlfriend.

I was so happy for you.

And you were so happy with her.

But something deep inside of me was burning.