The April sun is bittersweet,

Spring is here,

And Graduation is upon us,

But only two of four wear gowns.

Our time has come to an end,

It’s time to break the bubble.

Desperate as I am to keep us together,

I know it wasn’t mean to be.

In the last year and some,

We became more than friends,

We became a family,

And a squad.

My only hope is that this lasts forever,

Regardless of time or distance,

Our bond will not break,

But instead grow stronger.

The best things come in four,

And that’s what we are.

Four best friends,



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