I do smile now and then, glad that I could call you a friend.
Some days fly by more than others, wonder if you've found another.
All I have are memories, of which I think of beneath the trees.
Silly you may call me sometimes, but I can not help it, fool.
I am happy where I am now, but that doesn't diminish you.
I question if we'll go for coffee, should you see me walk your way. ☕️
Catch up on lost seasons,
For no further rhyme or reason,
Than to tell you that I miss you and hope that you have happy days. ☀️
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