can we start over old friend
i miss your summer laugh and winter skin
you entered my life in slow motion
and settled just below my skin
we were an odd combination
of young and slightly younger
and the part we discovered in each other
was what the other
had tried to cover
you were once all show and tell to me
once great ideas and dramatic overtures
street walking to singapore scores
and calling out in tarzan like roars
i was once the innocent
the one you barely knew
(perhaps the last line remains true)
the one more serious than the likes of you
i discovered an intriguing side of you
one whose thoughts seemed to weigh more than my own
one whose words unveiled nerves and plights and love sick fights
for them for her for you
you were more gentle than i knew
more cautious and more daring too
when given the choice you asked for the long
rather than the short side of my story
you listened without judgement
and asked questions i had yet to know
how to answer
(funny how that remains true too)
maybe i showed you a side of me
that few have come to know
one more laid back and wacky
sometimes even more so than you
maybe i surprised you
maybe i compromised some part of you
(or made it seem like i wanted to)
maybe my mouth spoke too soon
maybe it should have ended before it all began
but maybes were never made for me
old friend
and in the end of the end of the end
i think i met myself through you
so
all i really want you to know
is that i miss you
old friend
because in your own platonic way
you made the extra ordinary extraordinary
and that's all i want you to hear me say