As I was talking to him, my best friend on the phone, I heard your voice in the background. I don't know how to explain it, but it was as if he was talking in another language. I couldn't even understand him. I didn't even hear him at all. I just heard your laughter, and that's when I knew I missed you.
Somehow, the conversation mentioned your name. And someone asked if I knew you. Looking away I had a thought of all the times we had together; sharing laughter, tears, jokes, and tons more. And then, without explanation, you were gone. I looked to where they were waiting for an answer, and then said softly, 'Once...I thought I did.'
There have been too many departures in my life. I have yet to find the good in good-bye and the fair in fairwell.
I wish I had the guts to walk away from what we had. But I can't because I know you won't come after me, and that's what hurts the most.
As I stared into your eyes, you asked me why I was about to cry, its because I knew you were going to say good-bye.
