Visiting the bookstore cafe, I’m reminded of you,
It comes with a wave of melancholy and blue,
We used to meet here often in the past,
Sitting here memories of old rebroadcast,
Both good times and bad but I cherish both,
It’s all part and parcel of a friendship’s growth,
But unlike back then, we can no longer meet here,
Your passing still causes me to uncontrollably tear,
Time is supposed to heal all wounds and hurt,
So why then does that old wound still squirt?
Your loss still stings even after more than a year,
Why does the hurt still feel so severe?
I can put you out of my mind but not my heart,
How can I move on? Where do I start?