old friend,
do you think time's back aches,
bending backwards everytime
our paths meet
and its body curls and touches?
everything hurts,
and i know,
i always want to make it better but
i can't.
old friend,
is it bothersome if i wish you a happy birthday?
every once in a while, i remember,
and my body grieves the ones i have missed again,
not for your sake
but mine.
i know i never knew you,
but somehow you knew me
and your picture still hangs on my wall.
because i love everyone and i love you,
your memory keeps me soft,
reminds me what it's like to be once loved,
what it's like to remember someone
and be soft.
old friend,
i like to tell myself that we'll someday
meet again,
at a coffee shop or at your house,
and we'll talk about nothing
and i'll cry,
because time will have bent backwards and folded,
you will be much different,
i will be the same.
but your memory keeps me soft,
and i'll cry to you,
how you knew me and i didn't know you,
how you will always be to me an
old friend,
your memory keeps me soft.
your memory, how it felt,
to be loved.
