I was the only one who came to where you used to sit at school today. I think it's going to be like this for quite a while.

It's kind of lonely when you're so used to having a friend by your side. I wonder if you feel like this right now? Wherever you are, that is. Or maybe, you have felt like this before. Maybe that's another reason why you left.

I get scared that I won't hear your voice again. It's during quiet nights when my thoughts are the loudest of things in my still room, or when I'm alone like I am right now.

Perhaps I should admit to these feelings of sorrow and sadness that have overcome my entire conscious. You're never coming home.

But maybe it never was yours.