And there was the bench,
and our little unknown corner,
some bold attempts at staring at the skies,
and being that made conversations.
And there were a hundred stories,
that you and I still share,
those moments that are ours to keep,
with a hundred colored hues.
Some gifts of sentiment,
and some of simple love,
a night that was spent in banter,
and some wired hugs.
And I still close my eyes,
and cry over my broken heart,
you maybe far in distance,
But I know you are close behind.
For even with my shattered spirit,
you do still read my mind,
You pull me out of this crowd,
and I wonder if we are just friends,
friendship is too small a picture,
its just where this road bends.