My Lost Friend

I think about you when I know I shouldn't.
How the words you said still fills me with sorrow
because I hope tomorrow there will be
some sign from you to make things better.
But what can be said to one another?
That we're sorry? When we're not.
How can it be better? When it can't.
I'm moody and I complain
I b*#@! and I moan but you listened
you cared about me just the same.
You were like my brother.
I got mad at you plenty of times
and we've had our share of quarles.
But in the end we still had each other.
I'm sorry, oh so sorry
and I miss you, miss you like I shouldn't.
I\'m so sorry.