An old picture

I still keep your old picture, it reminds me of times that we may never lived.

I don't remember who I used to be, I don't know where is that girl that could talk to you behind a screen all day.

And I keep wondering, as strange as it seems, why did I ever meet you. "Everything happens for a reason" must be just a stupid line then.

At nights, when I get sad, I still dream about your city, but it's even sadder you are no longer there. There is no call, there is no one waiting, just a ghost.

However distant that place may seem, I still feel the need of going, with my heart in my hands,  to drop a tear full of memories on a big sea of gray.

Friendship is a strange thing, sometimes when you need it the most, it's just not there.