well, i haven't lost you yet, but i am losing you, in this game of tug of war between me and late night papers new friends, fully booked calendars, miles of road between us, and nights of isolation.
i'm losing you, but i believe that you cannot lose what you've never had. so am i really losing you because i'm not sure if i ever even had you. oh, the idea of ownership is such an obscure one.
a good friend once told me that drifting away from someone is just a sign from God that you've learned all you can learn from that person. in that case i dream to never stop learning from you.
whenever i remember that time when the rays of the sun hit you in a way that emphasized how you are golden, i will keep in mind that you truly are golden. gold does not rust nor tarnish, and so you will not as well.
when these moments will become just memories, and the sands of time will bury what we have, i just want you to know that you will live on in my dreams and whenever iΒ Β visit museums, draw on walls, pass by thrift shops, tune my guitar, read poetry, and get caught in traffic. i will look back into the treasures of my memory remembering you, as my sweetest one.
this poem is kind of a compilation about conversations i've had with friends about losing friends awh and it's also about friends awh awh friends