Somewhere between my sleeping and waking
you disappeared, and with your leaving
you took away my chance to tell you
all the things I was saving up to say.

Like how it was cute that you stood on tiptoe to kiss me
and how cool it was that you thought my gift of a coconut was nice
and how much you made me laugh with the things you said
and how much I looked forward to that trip we never took to Zanzibaar
and how pretty I thought you were, secretly, because
I was never going to tell you that and ruin our friendship
and how happy I was when you thought you found love
and how sad I am that it clearly didn't work out
and mostly I just want to say that I miss you.

And you smelled nice.

And I noticed.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 906 AF.