Old poems

A Poem by Gianna Y

Just a thank you to an old friend.

Reading your old poems
Makes me think back-
Back to the music you introduced me to,
To the pain,
And the bittersweet phone calls
Where you'd make me laugh
Through my tears,
To everyone I loved,
To how much I miss it all;
The way the day caught you in its gaze,
And the way the breeze
Used to catch the leaves,
And the old brick hallways
Where I'd pass you and smile
Because I knew
I had someone to count on.
I start to wonder if you really knew
Just how much you meant to me.
Nowadays, we don't talk much,
But I still read your poems..
And I still remember.