We were friends,

Way back and back.

Back to the good old days

Of preschool and play dates.

As the years went on,

We grew up, grew apart.

Forgot and moved on.

But we didn’t stay apart for long.

We found each other again,

Years and experiences later.

We went through the process again:

Met, and became friends.

This time was great.

I had fun with you,

But we never bonded completely,

The friendship still too new, but old.

But the calls and contact stopped.

I was sick, you were busy.

Things seemed to fall apart,

And we never got our chance.

As we moved on, still friends,

You changed.

You had new friends,

A new life.

You changed so much.

You hardened,

Became cruel,

Became a new person.

This new person is not the same,

But I know the old one is still there.

That is why I am still here, too.

I will wait until he comes back

No matter how long it takes.

Where is that cute, funny, sweet,

Little red-headed boy,

That I used to know when I was young?

I don’t know, and I’m not sure you do either.

And this is why I cry.