We were joking about wanting to be out of school, now I wish I could go back.

There was a buzzing, excited for opening night, now I wish I could go back. 

My friends and I walked aimlessly through the halls.

How could we know it would be six months before we could go back? 

We practiced for countless hours on our show, proud of our work. 

But we never set foot on stage, that time forever lost, no going back. 

I used to complain about the loud cafeteria or homework with friends,

but my kitchen table is never amusing, my desk is lonely. How I wish I could go back.

I took friend’s hugs for granted and my talks with cast members too.

Some of them, now graduated, I may never see again. Oh, what I would give to go back.

I walked into the auditorium the last Thursday. A friend called to me “Amelia, I’ve missed you!” 

It’s been a year since I’ve hugged them and I miss them more. Now we wait to go back.