Goodbye my friend...

Hey Old Friend !
Can I call you that ?
We didn't know each other for a long time.
We didn't spent much time together.
I wasn't even expecting to ever heard of you after we left...

Certainly not that you killed yourself.

And I learned it from them.
Those very ones that somehow I made you met.
Sometimes I tried to avoid them.
It made me only avoid you.
Now I regret each moment I missed because of my stupid pride.
And rejoice at some weird memories I shared with you.

It has been months now.
I haven't even went to you funeral...
I couldn't make it real.
I remember the night we met.
I never ever met someone in as much weird coincidences...

I will never forget you.

I felt from the start that we wouldn't be together that much.
So I enjoyed every moment I could with you.
I knew you were more to me than a friend.
You taught me a lot about myself...
About people, about life.

Isn't it ironic ?
The one who taught me life actually killed himself.

Somehow I wasn't surprised
Somehow I knew you would...
Something you said...
Some feeling around you...
You left like you came into my life...

Unpredictable, unexpected.

You wouldn't want me to write this,
You wouldn't want me to cry for you,
And certainly not to miss you.

Sometimes, I don't even think about you...
As I said, we didn't spent much time together...
Sometimes, I can't get you out of my head.
Books, songs, movies...
Once in a while you are here with me...

Laughing or mocking or remembering...

Is it okay to say that I miss you ?
Is it okay to say that I loved you ?
Is it okay to ask why ?
Maybe you knew something I don't...