The one I'll miss

The one I'll miss after school days She is my senior, but felt much closer, A friend through my sister, then slowly my own. We spoke for hours about friendships we lost, Tragic memories, each carrying a cost. In her words, I found understanding and care, Which I never felt anywhere, Two pasts meeting, learning how to repair. This school feels warmer because she was here, Now goodbye feels heavy, quiet, and near. When she leaves these halls, something stays behind— A bond I’ll miss, gentle and kind. "She holds the best memories I wanna carry to grave" -Aria lune