To You, Who I Don'T Talk To Anymore

In flashbacks, I read our beautiful memories- light-hearted chatter, laughter. I hum the songs we once sang together. I remembered You, who I don't talk to anymore. Felt the warmth in my hand, just like yesterday. Your face was what next to mine throughout the tedious classroom stakes. When it was time we parted but were excited when we met again. Then the real time came for a last wave of hands. We turned and left, the old podium went blank. Now I recall you were there, in my memories, still 10. Now we are, social media strangers who 'like' for the sake. You, who I don't talk to anymore, remember those great old days? We can't go back but would you like coffee someday?