indirects // a.b

1.3

friends. that's all we were.
maybe things went wrong.
maybe things just weren't right.
i don't know why you're gone,
but you are.
the summer wasn't what i expected,
and i couldn't find my way.
i expected us to talk and joke about things,
that that happened in our day.
but no, you were gone as fall came around.
and i suddenly was quiet,
barren and alone, laced with no sound.
sometimes i wonder what could've been,
but you're just out of reach,
and nowhere to be seen.