i missed you.

in so little time,

we have in us,

for us.

where have we been,

my friend.

the tears we bled,

the blood we cried.

half the road we walked,

together side by side.

no words.

but they have always meant 

that much.

we have always come,

to us.

nevertheless,

never mind the rest.

we did what we liked;

for those times,

we must salute.

for the good times,

and the best.

round and round,

the merry go round.

never the running sort,

we rest and tell,

tales of the days,

so long gone.

so unreal,

you say.

missing them,

i reply.