your gaze is burnt into my memory. i still make room for you on the bus. i wish we said goodbye, i wish i thanked you. you were a great friend but clearly distraught about something. i hope you got the help you needed. i hope i’ll see you around, though only 10 minutes away, i’m starting to forget your face. fragments of our conversations visit me sometimes, i guess you’ve pitched your camp in my mind for the next while. it’s okay. you know where i am. let’s not be strangers?