Walking Past

A friend, an argument, and a loss. I don't mean to give it away. How else to phrase it?

The day is growing cold

Everyone is getting settled

As the daylight fades

It is hard to imagine

What the next day will bring

Whether it will be good or bad

As you begin to think

Your thoughts make you wonder

Stepping outside the air is brisk

Yet nothing seems to matter

As you start walking past

Past your best friend's house

It feels as if you are warm

As your thoughts keep wandering

As your tears fall

The night becomes even colder

No one is out

The moon shines brightly

Looking up thinking and hoping

Whatever the next day brings

That this friend may talk to you

Each day is new

Each time gets harder

As you keep walking past