Missing You

When I first moved here,
I didn't have any friends.
But you came along,
and we became good friends.
We went through grade school together,
always talking, always friends.
Then I moved away again,
not mocing on to the same middle school as you.
For awhile we stayed in touch.
I didn't moce that far away.
We could still see each other.
After awhile, we grew apart.
We grew up, got new friends.
Every once in awhile,
we still talk,
but not like we used to.
I miss our conversations,
I miss you.
But I don't think you want our friendship back like I do.
I miss you.
I miss our friendship.