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.