That saying, you know, about the world crashing down around you?

“You’re what?”

It’s not an immediate thing.

“I’m quitting school. I’m moving.”

It’s more like a landslide.

“What’re you gonna do? How will you support yourself?”

There’s that  one fucked up little rock that cracks the cliff.

“I’ll serve or something. I don’t care. I need a change.”

And then it just builds.

“When are you leaving?”

“Tuesday.”

Five days of warning for five years of friendship.

“Will you get an apartment before hand?”

No one ever said life was fair.

 “Nah. I’ll figure something out. I’ve always been independent, anyways.”

I think you forgot that year I spent away from you.

That year I spent missing you.

“What will I do without you?”

And just after I earn my way back,

You kick every ounce of that aside.

“Visit me?”

You never visited, though you said you would.

But I know, somehow, I’ll end up visiting you.

“I don’t have the money. But we’ll work something out.”

I wonder if you’re kidding yourself into this.

Saying you’re so strong, that you’re all grown up.

But I know you.

“I just…need a reason to live.”

On the inside, you’re falling apart.

The weight of everyone you know kills you.

“Because there are still things to enjoy…”

And I’m so agonizingly aware.

“…Still people who love you…”

I’m killing you, too.

“…We still have to age…”

I feel so helpless around you.

“…We still have to learn…”

Because all I can do is take a shot in the dark.

“…It’s too much sometimes, living…”

And hope to god I reach you.

“…That’s why I love autumn. The breeze slows things down…”

You never seem to care about me as much as you used to.

“…It’s the perfect mixture of opposites…”

But that’s okay with me.

“…Exactly how things should be.”

I still love you.

“I love you.”

And  I’ll miss you.