"Jamie." She said.
"Could you write me something?"
The inflection was in the "me", the "something" reflected a longing. Was it a longing to have me specifically, pen something for her? Or was she going to be happy just to be regarded? Regardless. I wrote this.

This moment will come to pass, I'm presumptuous this way.
But as sure as there'll be another amber sky, I'll think of you one day.
Of where you were here and now and that look you wear so well.
And I'll hope that you are happy with no regrets that you would sell.
Perhaps it is life's fancy and we may meet again one day.
You'll greet me with that smile that makes me search for words to say.
So whether this is it and our paths aren't due to cross.
Or we find ourselves with ourselves because we are simply lost.
I wish for you the best my friend a rarity you are to I.
Your presence was a present but I must say goodbye.