Countless hours sitting.

Wasted another day.

Seemed important.

Best friends seem so inseparable.

Aimless missions now alone.

I'll slowly walk the long way home through the city we grew up in,

never glancing at the monuments that hold our memory like a picture.

And the school yard we used to hide in holds the ghost of our old friendship.

My friend, I'll walk alone without you.

Can you still look at the photos we took without a second to catch your breath?

The ones I gave you upon leaving.

Can you still feel that?

I never thought we'd slowly walk our different directions.

I'll have to go on without you.