I remember when you first moved

We would call every day

But now I'm in dismay

I feel like I've been removed

How can a person be busy every day

For two straight years

You've given no tears

Why does this seem so cliche?

Remember that picture we painted

The one we made the day you moved

With our two hands just barely touching

They were connected back then

But now...

Maybe we predicted the future

But I guess life goes on

Friends drift apart

People try and restart

Still I hope to meet you at the rising dawn