I still remember your favourite ice cream,
Was the flavour peanut butter?
I remember your favourite noodles,
And the fact that you love chocolate.
I know the brand of your coffee,
From your birthday, 22.
Didn't know friends can fade like this.
Did you think of it too?
I still see you walking by
In the places we used to meet.
Well, lately I haven't cried,
But believe me, I did.
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Author:
Bird In Red (Pseudonym) (
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