Old Friend

i still search for you in the places i go

hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.

today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;

instead a past image of the person i once knew.

and if i could i would walk to the end of the earth to find you again.

and we will sit like past versions of us once did, under the sky— watching as the morning breaks ahead.

nothing in my mind except for you,

shining times so long ago.

i truly miss you old friend.