Final Bell.

You stayed,

while I had to go.

That's how our story ends-

not with a fight,

or a final kiss,

just the sound of people weeping their tears away

and a smile we both tried to hold.

I watched the time go by today,

and I wondered how long memories would last

when they're this soft,

this young,

this delicate.

I'm just a 8th grader

leaving a place that I still call home

because you're in it.

You, with your half-smiles

and the things we never got to say.

You'll walk these halls next year

and I'll simply be a memory

hiding in the corners-

the one who always looked back

trying to find the person I knew i would not see again

one last time.

Maybe you'll forget me someday.

Or maybe some random song,

some hallway,

some word,

will remind you

of someone who once said goodbye

a little too quietly

because he didn't know how to say

"I wish i had more time with you."

But if you remember me at all,

please remember the warmth-

because even if this hurts,

you made this year feel

like it meant something.