i saw
your mother died
in the newspaper
and didn’t stop
to call

i saw
you graduated
in a post of yours
and didn’t stop
to text

i see
your life
in glimpses
and realise
you’re gone

i see
you're moving on
in life
and must admit
so am i

i think
of you
from time to time
but not enough
to call

i think
of us
from time to time
but not enough
to text

i know
our friendship
is all
but a ghost
of the past

i know
i loved you
with all
i had
in the past

it’s not the same
it’ll never be
you have you
i have me
separately