The Last Summer with You

We were best friends,

like two stars in the sky,

always shining,

always close.

That summer,

we spent every day

running in the park,

laughing like nothing else mattered.

You told me secrets

I never forgot.

I promised to keep them safe—

even now.

One day,

you said you had to leave.

Just like that.

No goodbyes,

no promises.

I watched you go,

feeling empty,

like the sun had set too soon.

Sometimes,

I still see you there—

in the shade of the old tree,

in the sound of the wind.

I try to call,

but your voice is gone

like a song

that fades too fast.

I miss you,

my best friend,

more than words can say.

And maybe that’s why

this memory won’t let go.