For an old friend by I.V. Moon

As the sun came up

We were still awake

On the phone,

You played me Fur Elise on the ukulele.

I cried when I thought

How sad it must be

To miss the beauty of life,

The seasons changing.

Leaves fall in your mind

And spring never comes

I wish I could make you hear me

Hear me when I tell you

Iā€™ll see the part of your head

You keep to yourself

When you think youā€™re undeserving.

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