The cafe is a sad place these days,
At least it is for me.
My friends are packing up to go,
They're tired of the tree.
Each day I check their profiles,
One by one, just to be sure,
But it looks as if they're gone for good,
I wish there was a cure.
I'll be starting college soon
And might never see again,
The people who shared my school and life,
And even called me friend.
I guess I'll just keep writing though,
"The show must go on" and such,
I just wish they were still on here
So I wouldn't miss them so much.