Dear J

Dear J,

do you still sometimes think about us 

like I do?

Not that we could've been something, 

but what we had.

Do you ever cry for answers at night 

like I do?

Do you

remember how you held me in your arms

while asleep?

I waited till you slept

to cry silently.

And even in your dreams

you heard me.

One day

you left without a trace

and everything we went through

meant nothing.

One day

you left without a trace

and everything we went through

meant nothing.

Did you

ever try to reach out to me,

or did it hurt you?

I still recall

how I was never allowed

to comfort you.

I think

I can explain what made everything so hard.

Now I have answers for you

but where are you?

Please reach out.

Please reach out.

One day

you left without a trace

and everything we went through

meant nothing.

One day

you left without a trace

and everything we went through

meant nothing.

I miss the friend I had,

I miss the time we spent,

I miss who you made me.

And I was never allowed to say goodbye.

One day

you left without a trace

and everything we went through

meant nothing.

One day

you left without a trace

and everything we went through

meant nothing.

P.S.: You might've already forgotten me. But I can't let go without a real goodbye. Please reach out.

Mike