I was digging through a box today and a picture of you
I think of this box as my Box of Lost Friendship
Filled with pictures of only you
The secrets we shared
The time we had together all caught on film
Then i remember the hate we withheld
The silent beast growing within
The only thing we didn't share with one another
And it occurs to me that i miss you and your warmth and wonder if i should give you a call
Then i dismiss this thought and close my box
The Box of Lost Friendship
