I was devastated that Julie was leaving, but I knew that I just had to move on, but knowing and doing are completely different things.
"I'm sorry, Jem," Sam said. "That's the way it happens sometimes."
"I know," I responded. "It still hurts…"
"Jem, do you know what I would recommend doing?" Emily asked I looked at her curious on how she was going to recommend. "Poetry can help you get things out."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." Emily answered, determined.
We stopped near Miss Maudie's house, and we said our goodbyes to Emily and then we walked home.
I didn't say a thing at dinner, and Atticus, Dill, and Scout didn't bother me, which I was thankful for. I walked to my room, and Sam followed me inside; Sam was like a college roommate, he slept on a bed that was on the other side of the room.
"I'm here to listen." Sam stated. "Just let me know when you need me."
"I thought of a poem." I said. "If you want to hear it, you have to make a deal not to mention this again."
"Alright, go ahead."
I sat down on the bed, and began telling the poem I made up in my head:
"I have wished before,
I will wish no more.
Love, look away!
Love, look away from me.
Fly, when you pass my door,
Fly and get lost at sea.
Call it a day.
Love, let us say we're through.
No good are you for me,
No good am I for you.
Wanting you so,
I try too much.
After you go,
I cry too much.
Love, look away.
Lonely though I may be,
Leave me and set me free,
Look away, look away, look away from me."
Sam was a man of his word, and he turned off his reading lamp, as did I. I try and sleep while thinking about what my life with Julie could've been.