I miss you
I walked past your flat today and almost knocked on the door.
I thought I heard your voice and hoped to turn to see your face.
I almost called you on the phone,
then remembered you would not pick up at all.
I went to the old bridge by the river
and sat down alone in the sun.
A feeling of sorrow washed over me
and knowing that we would never play in the river again
made the sorrow stick.
How I miss you and all we did.
How I long for your jokes
and how you'd pick on me.
You showed me how to juggle.
To stand that little bit longer,
to wait and understand the other view.
To run when I feel weak.
To sit and take in the world for what it is.
To never listen to the lie
and always pause to ask why.
Never to cry when feeling wrong.
Never to run before looking where
and always speak my mind.
To forgive and not forget
and take them out with out a doubt.
I walked past your grave tonight and left a smile by the side.
For all the things I said I wouldn’t be
and all the people I would not turn in to.
To find I’ve become what I hated most
and how you would of laughed at me.
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