I see your name, a fleeting thought,A memory of the friendship we sought.The urge to type, to simply say,“Hi,” and ask how your day is going .

The silence grows, a heavy weight,A bridge unbuilt, a twist of fate.Would my words heal, or bring us pain,A spark reignited, or loss again?

I miss the way your laughter danced,The warmth we shared, the fleeting chance.To hear your voice, to see your face,To feel, once more, that sacred space.

But time has carved its quiet wall,A chasm deep, a painful fall.Would a simple “Hi” be wrong or right?A soft hello or a stormy night?

So here I sit, the words unsaid,A battle raging in my head.For friendship once lost is hard to find,But harder still to leave behind.