You call to tell me of what you do,
I try to laugh but am feeling blue.
With you no longer by my side,
My true feelings I try to hide.

You speak of places where you've been,
Or a special show that you have seen.
Your days are filled with happy hours,
And I think of times that were just ours.

The way you laugh about things you do,
Reminds me of the fun I had with you.
When we'd talk of life or share a joke,
Over a vodka and little coke.

Music we shared was classical to pop,
And still certain melodies make me stop,
To reminisce of happy days,
Before we went our separate ways.

Your summer break is approaching fast,
A gift from someone in your troubled past.
To the sun you'll fly away,
Happy and content with time to play.

In time your calls will start to diminish,
And communication will surely finish.
You don't realise the scars I bare,
Or the time with you I cannot share.

(c) John McKay Withey