You walk by like there is nothing wrong. You never speak about me to your friends because you don’t want to remember me. You see me walking out of the school you look at me and smile but never speak because you don’t want to remember all the good times you had with me. I walk away remembering all the memories we have together. It kills me that the person that I grew up with won’t talk to me, but I never speak of the pain and the memories. We walk right by each other every day, look at each other but never speak the words we want to say "I miss you.”
