I wish our paths would cross,
the way our words we used to toss.
I wish we could speak,
because your words I seek.

I miss having conversations
with meaning and might.
Controversity of opinions,
gave me a better way of sight.

Bantering and arguing,
where did it go?
Nice words and kindness,
has it gone just like smoke?

Mistakes and bad choices,
the things that I miss.
Poems and late nights,
forever left behind.

Behind in the past,
when I hadn't spoke too much,
Behind in the past,
before it all went down south.

We were so different,
and yet so alike.
Forever changing minds,
yet we still could've kept,
what it was we had going,
because we didn't want to lose,
what for us was so precious,
but so easy to break.

Like a vase, you had said,
but we forgot to glue it up.
The pieces lie broken,
waiting to get fixed,
not having idea,
the cure doesn't exist.