days like today are when i miss you the most.
i still haven't deleted your number. sometimes it doesn't even seem like you're gone.
your name pops up on my chat list, and i hold my breath for just a second until i remember that it couldn't possibly be you.
i think back now on the days i came to see you. i wonder if you saw me there next to you.

to me, fair friend, you never can be old
for as you were when first your eye I eyed,
such seems your beauty still.
- william shakespeare