I thought she left for Cosi, but she didn’t.
I thought she went for friends, but she didn’t.
I wanted her to come back, but she didn’t.
I remember saying, “Where is she? Where did Auntie go?”
I remember being anxious, wishing she would come home.
I needed her like a baby bird needs his mother.

She was my best friend, and I loved her.
I wanted her to come back, but she didn’t. I sat at the door, waiting for her arrival.
I cried, my MAXIMUM number of tears was shredded.
I remember her kissing my forehead and saying, “I love you so much!”

Then I thought, did she really?
I missed our car rides to 7-Eleven and our exercise walks.
I wish I knew her number, so we could talk.
I just want my aunt back.
I want to joke around again, and just have another moment.
My best friend, she moved to Mississippi where she thought she belonged.
But in reality, I needed her! Here… in Michigan, with me.