Note to You

Yesterday seems forever
I thought our past would be never--
we got lost in the world of however.

Now you are no more
moved on, passed my door
leaving me empty to the core.

A different kind of love
not from earth, but from above,
what friendships are made of.

So many thoughtful words,
now frozen through discourse,
make talking seem a curse.

Regretful that it had to change,
wishing for our yesterdays,
when you were still my friend.