there's something about your name on that stone I haven't quite grasped. maybe it's that you're really gone, or that you never said goodbye. I knew something was wrong, so why didn't I ask how you were? why didn't I try? we usually exchanged a smile and a quick wave, then went our separate ways. eventually you wouldn't even look me in the eye. no hello, and sure as hell no goodbye. so why didn't I try?