Remember

As I sit alone

With the warm sun on my back

I realise something’s missing

A part of me which lacks.

Could it be the trees,

Reaching for the sky?

Or could it be the children,

Walking home, who pass me by?

Perhaps, I miss the birds,

Chirping sweetly above my head?

All I feel is restlessness

A part of me is dead.

I know now what it is.

Now I realise what is wrong.

It’s the feeling, they call solitude,

All my friends are gone.

Of course I know,

That as we grow,

We have to make our way,

We all must plot a different course,

To go by everyday.

I always thought my friendships,

Would be round,

Just like the moon

But you see,

I am not ready,

For it all to end so soon.

I miss their happy laughter,

Floating on the wind.

I miss the many secrets,

That circulate within.

The only way to keep,

Our friendships woven tight,

Is to keep in contact always,

And then we'll be right!