how i imagine your last day of school.

for every moment i am sad,
show me a smile.
and every time i cry,
give me your joy.

we'll lie on a hill and stare at the stars,
each of us not saying
what we think.
in a circle... as many of us as i care to imagine.

and i think,
'let it last forever,'
even though i know it won't,
and eventually we'll all go.

but right now,
every inch of grass seems softer
than anything i've ever touched,
and the stars will never be this bright again,
and your eyes reflect them perfectly,
dark; nobody would know whether they were hazel
or blue; and the ant that crawls across me
is for once, welcome. because i can see it loving.
and i am glad.