You were the friend I couldn’t have imagined.
You were my rival who kept pushing me harder.
You were the diary I confided in.
You were my co-creator of imaginary worlds.
You were the vivid color splashed onto a black & white perspective.
You were my impatient tutor, but inspiring teacher.
You were the knife that cut through my shy outer layer.
You were my missing piece.

But now you are just missing.

You are the call I’m still waiting for at three in the morning.
You are dream I can never seem to have again, no matter how hard I try.
You are the train that left too soon.
You are foreign to me.
You are the mask covering the brother I once knew.