I remember the moment
we laid together in the grass
on a sunny day. Me, mixing my fingers
into your short curly blonde hair.
I guess I missed the comfort
of having a home in you,
but that's something we lost long ago.
I remember staring into your eyes
for hours even though we weren't in love.
It was just a strange way
to pass the time away.
I remember the day
you called her your own
instead of me.
I supported the decision,
was happy and let you live your life
in your own way.
I remember our friendship as over,
your time belonged to her,
and I had moved my life along.
Then the next thing I hear
you're in trouble up to your ears,
and all the time I felt
I should've been a better friend;
that maybe somehow my friendship
could've changed your sad decisions in the end.
Then I remember, it was you who decided
to betray me, and me left forgiving you.
I'll still always remember you as the comfort of a home,
rather than the stranger I saw last.
