<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563937" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Missing My Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You weren’t supposed to leave that way<br>So smart <br>So caring<br>So uniquely you <br>And you were supposed to be here longer<br>The four of us: physically inseparable for three years<br>But hearts and minds were connected for much longer<br>Indian summers of us in the grass after running from old ladies, <br>Dreamed up in your head but never fulfilled <br>Big dreams, big thoughts, big heart<br>An even bigger sadness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want you to be here <br>Reading this <br>So that its not about you so that maybe I wouldn’t be so mad<br>And I never admitted it; <br>Cried when I heard the news, <br>Cried when I told our friends, <br>Cried even harder at the memorial service<br>But I never acknowledged the anger<br>Im mad at you for leaving like this<br>Im mad that for making me cry this much<br>Mad at myself for not calling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were supposed to grow old still connected<br>In rocking chair reminiscing about Cle-otis<br>But your gone<br>And bringing the 3 back together would only <br>Invoke thoughts, works, stories, conversations of you<br>Tears would follow </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t want to miss you<br>I want to pick up the phone and scream a quote in your ear<br>And be mockingly amazed when u know who it’s by<br>I want to run into you at the mall and laugh for what seems like forever<br>Of times from eternity past<br>I don’t want to be crying these tears, <br>Tears that hold my sorrow of trying to lay your memory to rest; <br>But I am<br>I don’t want this to end sappy or with some inside joke which makes me remember<br>That I can’t go back to the past when you were still here<br>But it has to </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a long time you were my smile when I couldn’t find my own<br>We laughed, we cried, we sang, we screamed, we danced (or tried to) <br>We liked, we loved, we hated, we marched to our own beat<br>You’re the reason im comfortable in my own skin<br>May you rest in peace, <br>My friend, One of those important corners in my old square, <br>Lauren Elizabeth Edgerton</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alissa+Greene">Alissa Greene</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563937" data-title="Missing My Friend de Alissa Greene" data-description="You weren’t supposed to leave that way So smart So caring So uniquely you And you were supposed to be here longer The four of us: physically inseparable for three years But hearts and minds were connected for much longer Indian summers of us i..."></div> </div> </div>

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