Dear Stranger
I can’t say
I miss you.
Because I don’t.
I will say
That time that we went to the square
The band was playing
We weren’t listening
We sat on the grass
And I played with your hair
I miss that day
I miss the time lost
But regrets aren’t important
Except the regret
Of a friendship lost.
Something I desperately miss
But not you.
You were merely a player
In an elaborate game.
That I lost.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
Dear Stranger
I can’t say
I miss you.
Because I don’t.
I will say
That time that we went to the square
The band was playing
We weren’t listening
We sat on the grass
And I played with your hair
I miss that day
I miss the time lost
But regrets aren’t important
Except the regret
Of a friendship lost.
Something I desperately miss
But not you.
You were merely a player
In an elaborate game.
That I lost.
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