Among everything we did, you saw me in Hamlet. And you stayed awake the whole time, along with a "pitstop" during intermission.
Do you remember
all of us together
as we grew up under the sun?
I drive home tonight and realize that it's me. Just me. You walked away without a toast to friendship, without a straight path in front of you. I would ask how you are but what does it matter? Ten years, five years, you don't seem to mind so I don't speak. You walk out and so many others run in and I love them, I hold them close -- but it's not the same, it will never be.
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