"It’s been 568 days since you left me standing on that street corner,
Sobbing my eyes out and wishing for death.
You had just brushed past me as if I didn’t mean something to you for over 8 months,
I guess you must have forgotten all those times I had helped you out.
That night is still so vivid in my mind even after 18 months,
The cold circling around me and my cries echoing throughout the empty street.
I waited for my lift home,
My father didn’t understand why tears streamed down my face for the 2 hour drive,
But that’s because he didn’t know you.
I knew you and I know that 25 months ago you would have held me in your arms and stroked my hair until I would calm down,
You would have whispered softly into my ear telling me how everything would be okay.
But it never was okay,
I still think about you every now and again and it still hurts.
But I have to remember that you’re not that same boy I met 26 months ago,
The same boy that told me he would always be there for me no matter what."