Remember how we used to smile
To share a foolish thought?
To simply wait and walk a while?
To talk of all, and nought?

We'd spend our days and nights as two,
Content to stare above.
I always felt the same with you -
It seemed a sort of love.

And so we made it something more -
But something came to end.
We never found what came before.

I miss my finest friend.