On Days Friends Leave

I had to write a poem for English, and I hate writing poems. Most of the time. So I started writing about a friend who is leaving. It reminded me of other friends that have left in the past, so I wrote with them in mind too. Even back to third grade... then in a parking lot I saw this kid who I could never get along with. I had never disliked a person more then this kid, who I smiled at for some reason.
People come and go and it's weird. We talked in English last week about why things happen, and if everything does for reason. I think the people we meet and depart from all have some signifigance in who we are.
With that said, I am making an effort not to hang out with the people I have been. I stopped being around so many old friends and now it makes me feel bad. Especially now that one of my best friends last year is going to be gone. It's only one semester but for some reason I think it will be the hardest good-bye.
Above all, when I truely seek God, I feel much better about things.