Parkville Killed my Friend.

You were almost imaginary,
I think.

A soccer ball rolled over to my feet,
I looked up and saw you. Two years older than me.
Our adventures were short,
quicker than most;
But the strongest friendship I'll know.
Radio stations from the rooftop,
volume louder than ever.
Walk down the street, further, further,
Can you still hear it as clear as before?
I don't remember tears,
but I knew all your fears.
And I sheilded you the best that I could.
"For Sale" the sign said,
"I'm sorry" you said.
A book full of greif,
A kiss on the cheek,
and two years without a word.

I cried this time,
and I promise that I tried,
But only your chemicals know where you are now.