The people who come running to hug you after you haven’t seen them in awhile are my favorite type of people.
We shared a class together, and we exchanged names and numbers.
We hung out for the first time, and I could feel a special bond.
Your name was always popping up on my phone, and id always jump to answer it.
We exchanged gifts, and played in the snow, and talked about our favorite sweaters.
We made our bonds strong as sad people, sharing even the darkest of secrets.
We exchanged valentines, and you kissed me on the cheek.
You said you were tired, an couldn’t take much more.
We continued in our ways, growing closer and closer each day.
You told me that this was it, I didn’t understand and your phone went straight to voice message.
I visit your grave everyday, and it’s not the idea I had imaged in my head for summer days I’d spend with you.
I write poems, and songs about you, that I hope one day you’ll come back and hear them and read them and you’ll feel special, you’ll feel the way I always wanted to make you feel.
I can’t seem to figure out how to make memories again because I’m still stuck in the old ones I miss you and you’re gone why did you do that? Why did you go?
I’ll be starting classes again, and you wouldn’t believe who the empty desk next to me was supposed to go to.