This Is For Greg
(he doesn't even know about this site, so why not say it's for him)
Do you miss talking to me?
Do you remember what I'd say?
Do you miss sitting by the sea?
Dipping our toes in the salty waves.
Can you recall those last few talks
late at night, under the stars,
We talked about the long white halls,
we talked about your scars,
You told me you weren't scared,
You laughed about the pain,
You didn't believe I really cared,
Didn't think I felt the same,
When you disappear,
Deep within your mind,
I want you to let me be there,
Or at least, let me try,
I can't pretend I know it all,
But I'm not gonna hide,
I'll be here, waiting,
When you're ready to let me in,
I'll be here, ready,
for our real friendship to begin.