Meet the author: Juela is currently a senior at PHS, and writing comes naturally to them. A self-proclaimed “procrastinator,” Juela manages to create fine prose and poetry just in the nick of time. They have a gift for sharing thought-provoking ideas with an authentic voice and a natural flow.

We were inseparable,

More like family rather than friends.

Why did you leave so easily?

Why didn’t it hurt you as it hurt me?

You left easily and replaced me with others;

I suppose my friendship wasn’t enough to keep you by my side.

I wanted to come back to you and be by your side,

But you already left me in the past.

The past is a lonely place I ponder,

trying to find an ounce of answers for why you left.

The past is where our memories stayed.

The past is where my childhood remains.

The past, where we were stuck to each other like glue,

At least that’s what I believed.

I would have fought not to stay just in your past;

I don’t want to be just a memory.

I wanted to be part of your future as we agreed,

But you didn’t let me stay or give me a chance.

I would have fought the world for you, as I always said I would.

You didn’t believe me because all you wanted was to leave.

I wander the past like a ghost wanders the mortal plane.

You left me, but you took my happiness with you.

My childhood, my memories,

My goals for the future with you in every one of them.

As you left you took my future, present and past.

The past is a lonely, cold abyss

And everywhere I look is a never-ending reminder…

You left me.