You said we wouldn’t last past June
Or late July
I can’t remember
As the words have blurred from the tears I shed when you left
And never came back
Like family 
Who came and went as they pleased
Pushing the door as it turned like a clock against the time we had left
And now it is gone
But the memories lay buried in my head.
A graveyard of what we once were
My best friend,
Or so I thought.

When the season turns its color
And the leaves will fall from the trees
The graves in my mind will still be seen under the piles of nature that we
watched die.
And I will fly
While you stay hidden away,
In your college room
Painting the corners of your wall with lights
They were cream colored 
But delicate 
Like the socks you gave me
That fit comfortably on my feet I still wear them
With your name in every step

Pacing towards the sound off the coast,
I see faces I can’t recognize 
In a place all too familiar
Thinking about how our time was cut short
And we were left with the words we didn’t say 
When we shared our last hug.
I didn’t know it would be our last.
 But I have the socks you gave me
And the poems you wrote in my name.
Although you aren’t here anymore
I’ll tend to the dead in my mind, 
So you may one day look at what the living have left