I can still picture it
after all of this time,
how you’d share with me your secrets
as I would tell you mine.
and we’d lay upon a rooftop
trading secrets like playing cards
as we stared into the sky
hoping to see a shooting star.
I think of you sometimes,
when a star is on the move.
I’ve heard you’re doing better,
and I hope that’s really true.
I know that I’m no longer there,
that you’ve found someone new.
I just hope that she is someone
who you can tell your secrets to.