As I sit here and begin to write.
I gaze outside and stare upon the sky...

An autumn night, on a November date.
A year ago some stranger's voices met...

Just, yesterday I considered you my friend.
Today came and like the setting sun you...

One day, at one time, somewhere in some place,
some guy felt this way...

One distant day when life has passed you by.
When no longer you're that beauty in their eye...

This deafening silence says it all.
No texts not even a simple call...

I know I'm not the first nor last to feel this...
It's not your smile, because we have never even...