Residual

It was nice getting to know you a little bit that week.

If we crossed paths more often,

Or even had met sooner,

I bet we could've been excellent friends.

Somewhere in my deeper chambers, I wonder...

What would it be like to really know you?

What would it be like to build our lives together?

-Even if it was temporarily-

Somehow we shared a lot of stories the first night,

Ironically that was the same day we met.

I wonder what would have happened if I was single then too.

Would I had been brave enough to try getting closer?

Would my stories be much different?

What does it matter?

You probably saw me as a sibling or som'n.

Or perhaps still a stranger, not yet a friend.

But now I notice residual thoughts;

I need these out of my mind alone.

Your story was intriguing.

Your mind was complex.

Your art was hypnotizing.

I realized I held you in higher regards then other friends I'd just met.

But it was just temporary.

You left for college.

I stayed not yet finished through high school.

We have lives much different now. 

So I end:

I hope you found someone.

I hope you get to do all you aspire to do.

And I hope we don't forget each other,

Because we had fun hanging out. 

That trip was a blast.

Last minute sleep over.

Getting lost.

Stolen cell phone.

And everything else.