I write about how I’m going to miss

Going home every summer -

But really, it’s more that I’ll miss

Running-around-with-pride-flags joy and

Crying-together-at-2-am friendships and

I-only-met-you-last-summer family,

The people who stood by me when I was told that

The name on my ID was my real name and

The people who crammed under my umbrella and

The people I danced with - and

The people I didn’t,

The friend who drew me a door dec by hand when the RA didn’t bother and

The friend who I played piano badly with and

My real family -

The gayble, and GLOW, and my classes, and

Every

Single

One

Of

You.