let's go to a coffee shop.
pour out our secrets
and let them blow away with the wind,
finding you a year later
when you sit down again.

forget about that week before you left.
when you lost all hope,
and we stopped being friends.

forget about the time when you came back,
and kissed her in front of me,
over and over again.

forget about
whatever happened to us,
because I still miss you.
And even though you don't want to
I can see in your eyes that you do
and that you're sorry.

Even though you don't want to,
let's sit down and pretend
that nothings changed.
That you were still that sweet boy
who spent a whole month
trying to make me happy again
after I fell apart.

Let us go back
to sitting in coffee shops,
teasing each other
while listening
to bad poetry.

Crawl out of that shell
you've run away to
so that we can go back
to being friends.