graduation was dreadful,
the long list of names,
the thought of leaving
high school.
as i sat in my chair,
i stared up at the
sky thinking
how you would have
been here.
how you should
have been in the chair
only a few rows behind me,
messing with your tassle
on your cap,
wearing the black gown
waiting to get your diploma.
i wish we got to
graduate together
and receive the little white
paper diploma together.
but you watched
from above,
while i sat below
and walked up the stage
all
alone.
YOU ARE READING
with me
Short Story❝I wish I could have told you goodbye. But I didn't know. I didn't know.❞ © tilmorning.
