Photograph
Long ago I met someone,
We became best friends.
We took a lot of photo's,
And put them in a photo album.
Every year there were less picture's,
Last year only one picture got it in the album.
This year there were no photo's,
There were still empty pages.
I look at the empty pages,
I think about how this happened.
It started with good thoughts,
But turned into a nightmare.
I miss the things we did.
I miss the things we planned to do.
I miss the things we didn't do.
I miss you.
Now the pages aren't empty.
They are filed with drawings
Drawings of us.
Drawings that sometimes bring me to tears,
But they also make me laugh.
Laugh at the funny things we did,
Laugh at the times when you called me weird.
Cry at the fights we had,
Cry when you didn't listen to what I told you.
The feeling of having a friend when I was alone.
Loneliness when you weren't with me.
Angry when the other people called us names.
Angry when they called me weird.
But the drawings also made me feel happy.
Happy at the many good times we had,
I will never forget you, my friend.