I see you’ve left, and gone away.
When again shall I see you?
You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had.
These are the memories I hold of you:
Arguing togther, over nothing at all,
next to each other in a history class.
I never dreamed I’d come to love,
The one whom I’d harrass.
Being together, those days in spring,
I never thought I was your "one,"
Speaking as best friends, staying together,
Spending a lifetime out in the sun.
Long summer days in a bowling alley,
Five dollars to cover the cost of the gift.
Silver jersey and wheeled sneakers on,
Dancing along to fast guitar riffs.
Leaning on my shoulder, telling a joke,
Accompanied by my mini-skirt’s lace,
Stealing things and acting profoundly,
While music filled the place.
Long phone calls on a Thursday night,
Spent talking about nothing real.
My love for metaphors, your best friends,
And the ways that we both feel.
Propping your legs up onto mine,
Your cologne’s scent still fills this air.
Sitting alone, talking ever so slowly,
Touching my face, clothes, and hair.
Before Christmas Break, I’d gotten my wish-
You were finally mine.
I spent ten vain days in happiness,
Before I realized, it wasn’t our time.
Valentine’s day spent thinking of you,
Taking over my Ozzy sunglasses,
Feelings of hope under red agony,
Writing love poems to break the masses.
Akward glances, our eyes would meet.
My name was spoken eventually,
Laughing off Fridays spent near you,
Those words were lies, essentially.
But now you’ve left, and gone away.
When again shall I see you?
One of the best friends I’ve ever had;
Those were the memories I’d held of you
