and he no longer speaks to me
I'm afraid we're not friends anymore
I'm afraid I've lost him forever
so I have tucked him away
and try with all my might
to push thoughts of him
out into nothingness
so I won't have to think of him
Because the truth is
I miss him
I miss his laugh
I miss his stories
I miss having him there day after day
The one I shared everything with
So I do not talk about him
because when I do
I am so sad it is almost painful
My heart hurts
there is a hole where he used to be
so I tuck away my memories of him
and maybe someday
I'll bring them out again
when I least expect it
and I'll smile at them
like meeting an old friend
or hearing a Cat Stevens song on the radio
(for you, Shannon)
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