Who you used to be.

I miss him.

Who you used to be

You don't know why

You'll never see.

He was always there

Funny and nice

He defended me

More than once or twice

He was deeply creative

Outside the box

Someone who dreams

When opportunity knocks

He was my friend

Sometimes my only

My never changing.

But that was phony.

You left behind who you used to be

Then again so did I

The new you would clip my wings

But now I'm free.