As summer comes closer
I cannot help feeling you should be here
watching movies and trading books
chasing kids at the firework shows
and swimming in the pool.

I want my friend back.
But you're gone,
and you're never coming back,
are you?
You have a new life now
and it doesn't involve me.

I don't want to let go
of a decade of memories
fun times
car rides
evening walks
Hastings runs
geeky in-jokes

I have other friends.
I've already started shifting.
But it's not the same.
It'll never be the same
(if God is kind, it'll never be the same)
I'm finally becoming resigned
to change,
shifting,
whether I like it or not.

But I miss you.

Muse,
inspiration of a thousand notes
written and shredded.
 Maybe I'll dream of you again
so at least I can see your face.