Nov 2010
Yesterday we spoke and it was for a brief moment
tried to catch up on all our happenings
but it wasnt enough.
I remember when we used to know everything
that was going on, where we went, and when we went.
All the people who were familair, but now when we spoke
I know only half of the story and half of the people.
I don't know if you got an A on your test or if you failed
your presentation because you forgot what you were talking about.
I miss hearing about your day.
I miss the small gatherings and the spontaneouty of it all.
I miss going to work and goofing around because half of
the time we had no customers.
And I miss watching the games, because thats all that we could watch.
I miss going to work and talking about all my problems, because
I knew you guys were older and lived it all.
I miss the little things, like sleeping in all day and the drive to school.
Finding a parking spot or going to the dining hall where we'd sit for hours.
I miss having a class together. I miss going to Town Center.
I miss the noise in the night, although occasionally I would hear the police sirens
which was not comforting at all.
I miss sitting on the couch and watching Weeds and USOT.
I miss going to the pool and cooking out.
I miss hiding from the weird next door neighbor because of the thrill.
I miss having friends over even at all hours of the night.
I miss those quick trips to the gas station or the drive around town
just because we were bored.
I miss Halloweens at Tech and making new friends, whose names I wont remember come morning.
I miss the Taxi rides.
I miss you calling me up because you need a friend to ride with you to wherever you are going this time.
I miss staying up late and sleeping well into the afternoon.
I miss going to Mellow and the Mexican restaruant on the corner of the street.
I miss our mexican friend, the one who gave me the napkin flower.
I miss a lot of things and people. But sometimes I"m just tired of saying it
because it brings back what used to be and sometimes what used to be is never going to come back.
I miss you.
tried to catch up on all our happenings
but it wasnt enough.
I remember when we used to know everything
that was going on, where we went, and when we went.
All the people who were familair, but now when we spoke
I know only half of the story and half of the people.
I don't know if you got an A on your test or if you failed
your presentation because you forgot what you were talking about.
I miss hearing about your day.
I miss the small gatherings and the spontaneouty of it all.
I miss going to work and goofing around because half of
the time we had no customers.
And I miss watching the games, because thats all that we could watch.
I miss going to work and talking about all my problems, because
I knew you guys were older and lived it all.
I miss the little things, like sleeping in all day and the drive to school.
Finding a parking spot or going to the dining hall where we'd sit for hours.
I miss having a class together. I miss going to Town Center.
I miss the noise in the night, although occasionally I would hear the police sirens
which was not comforting at all.
I miss sitting on the couch and watching Weeds and USOT.
I miss going to the pool and cooking out.
I miss hiding from the weird next door neighbor because of the thrill.
I miss having friends over even at all hours of the night.
I miss those quick trips to the gas station or the drive around town
just because we were bored.
I miss Halloweens at Tech and making new friends, whose names I wont remember come morning.
I miss the Taxi rides.
I miss you calling me up because you need a friend to ride with you to wherever you are going this time.
I miss staying up late and sleeping well into the afternoon.
I miss going to Mellow and the Mexican restaruant on the corner of the street.
I miss our mexican friend, the one who gave me the napkin flower.
I miss a lot of things and people. But sometimes I"m just tired of saying it
because it brings back what used to be and sometimes what used to be is never going to come back.
I miss you.
