It’s been ages since we talked, and yet
my attempt to forget you always fails.
Your memory has me caught in its net.
I think of you when I chew my nails––
you know, I picked up that habit from you.
It’s you I think of when they play that song––
because I know that it made you cry too.
Don’t you agree that it’s been far too long?
I was thinking of you all the long drive,
wondering what the new year would bring on.
And though it was fine, and though I will thrive,
there’s a Great Emptiness now that you’re gone.
How can I believe that you –once my dear friend–
could depart with this awful, wordless end?