once so close,
now apart,
separated by a sea of people.

Clinging to the past,
a memory if i may,
thinking of what we could have made last,
dwelling on what we used to say.

Standing in the rain,
so no one sees my tears,
trying to stay sane,
for all the approaching years.

Wishing it weren't true,
still want to stay close to you,
always try to be your friend,
trying to make these memories never end.