An ignorant friend, that’s what he is,
Yet always kind—no moment missed.
He looked my way, but never spoke,
A bond once built, then quietly broke.

Why is it so difficult,
To grow, to be an adult?
I see him now,
Trying to ignore me somehow.

Did he ever care?
Or was it just me,
Clinging to echoes
Of what could never be?

I reached out in laughter,
In silence, in pain—
But he stayed in his world,
Like sun behind rain.

So I smile and move on,
Accepting he's gone,
But I still wanna talk to him,
In his sleep, in quiet dreams.