Ode to My Lost Friend

You've grown so much since I last saw you.
No, no not in the sense of height, though this has changed too.

I can still recall how silly you were, wondering if you'd ever change.

But times have flown since then, and you've progressed more than I thought you would in one short summer.

"It's nice to see you again, how are you?" these words mean nothing to me, and I can tell you could care less of the trivial things I've done.

More than anything I want to speak with you about what's really on my mind.

I keep my distance though, because I don't know if you want to speak with me as much I as I want to speak with you.

Where have the times gone, when I saw you everyday and told you pretty much everything on my mind?

It's almost like that part of my life has completely gone and I couldn't miss it more.

Do you think about those times and wish they'd never ended?

Am I the only one who sits at my computer and reminisce of times gone by?

It it possible that those times weren't as great for you as they were me? I can see you smiling and laughing with me, but I can finally see the dimness in your eyes.

How could I have been so blind?

Were you hurting while I laughed, completely unaware?

Realizing this sad fact I watch from afar as you slip farther and farther away from me.