My dear friend, Ben...
Wish to talk to you again...
It's been a long while...
Do you have a smile?
I dearly hope so every single day...
So far, I can't think of another way...
To reach for what I once could hold...
Now, there is a room, empty and cold...

More questions than statements are to be found...
Doesn't matter where I look around...
I can't see you here, or anywhere...
I climbed a mountain and looked from there...
But I realized I was at the wrong place at the wrong time...
So I got on here and am writing this rhyme...

Like sending a paper plane off into the air...
Seeing it fly, swiftly, and fair...
A bottle with a letter into the sea...
Drifting to where I cannot be...
A call, towards the stars...
Cleaving in two, the sound of wars...

Like reaching to the sky...
When all else you can do is fly...
A salty droplet from my ocean...
Sinking into the earth, where it all began...
A single note in a quiet place...
Giving flavor to the empty space...

Whatever others think about these words...
I will keep composing these chords...
Until one day...
I receive your "hey"...

Do not think that I will forget you...
It's probably the last thing I'll do...
My friend is what you will always be...
Until the end of me...