to willzhong

A new term comes, I go to school, The same old halls, the same old rule. The lessons start, the days begin anew, But every day feels different without you.

I walk the paths we used to share, And pass the places we were there. The view is still the one I knew, But somehow now it feels less true.

It’s autumn now, the sky is bright, The leaves are gold in morning light. The world is beautiful to view, But something’s missing — it is you.

So many thoughts are in my mind, But who is there who’ll understand? A joke, an idea, something new — I turn around, but where are you?

In class I watch the others play, They laugh and pass the ball all day. I want to join, I really do, But who will play the way we used to?

I’ve felt this kind of loss before, Back in Grade Seven, just as sore. I thought that time would close that door, Yet here I stand the same once more.

Maybe our paths have moved apart, But you still stay here in my heart. Though school goes on, as it should do, It won’t quite feel the same without you.