It all started in September....
It would've been August,
but thanks to that damn hurricane,
I had more time to be a loner.
The 11th of September
was a day to remember
because that was the day
that I started to feel like
I wasn't a loner anymore.
I was scared that I'd distance from old friends,
and I feared the worst from strangers,
but thanks to the new and the familiar,
it was getting harder and harder
to keep being a loner.
You can thank the short goofball that is Pedro
for coming into my life like that-
then all of a sudden,
acquaintances at the lunch table
became good friends.
Then in other classes,
I became friendly with them too.
But there are still times
where I feel like I'm left out of the conversation,
not because they deliberately ignore me,
but because I was a loner
for not even knowing about some stupid topic.
But those times are a thing of the past,
because those friends are also the ones
who have come into my life
and are now good friends of mine.
I don't know what's gonna happen
the next semester,
but I'm hoping my friendships will last
and never get burned by the past.
It all started in September
when I became a loner no more.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Love, Loss, and Life
Puisia collection of poems about my sixth grade year. no identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Love. Loss. Life. These are the three things that have been thrown at me...
