Is there such thing as too late
Such a day that I can no longer say to you
That I'm still ok
I'm still in love
with the idea of us
We are friends
And that for me never goes away
I would like to ask you about your parents
Tell you funny stories
Relate about our embarrassing moments
And push the envelope like we do
You are the embodiment of an era
and a memory
A time and a place
A voice and a laugh
I might know what your body looks like
I could have memorized it before
Or we weren't that close
But I know
what your eyes look like
And I know how you write your 'i's
So why don't you tell me about that tattoo
Or those few years when we thought
we were something else
I miss you