You were here for
such a small piece of time.
Met at twelve, gone by Twenty-five,
and I don't know how
to seek or find
all the love lost
when I was left behind
but look there you are
once again on my mind.
I remember in patchy
sunlit rhymes
the way you seemed
so hardy as you withered
on the vine.
And I loved you forever
as you loved from time to time.
I know I'd hate you if you'd
stuck around cause you
always toed that line
but I miss you all the same
you may be gone
but you were a friend of mine.