I'm gonna like name a person about a million times in this poem, so for the sake of it, I'm just gonna change his name to "Trey". It's not his real name.
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After school
First time this school year.

So many unfamiliar faces.
So many people who I don't think I'll like.
So many people
Who don't feel like family.

Until the end of the meeting.

His voice, like Trey's.
His humor, like Trey's.
He's even in the sixth grade
Like Trey was
Last year.

But it's not Trey.
Trey got on the bus
And went home,
Instead.

He said he'd be there.

I see them all as family now.
Siblingship.
But for a long time last year,
He wasn't a family to me,
He was just a friend,
And I wanted us to be more.

Trey wasn't even there.
He went home instead.

And now I'm left with a duplicate.