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So now I'll give a toast
To the friend I miss the most.
I see your face
In every place;
I'm haunted by your ghost.
I was the one to leave,
And yet, I also grieve.
I've tossed and turned,
My lesson learned-
My heart has left my sleeve.
There is much I wish to say,
But you'll never come my way.
In case you hear,
I'll say it clear:
I learned it the hard way.
You will always hold a part
Of my broken, bleeding heart.
Despite love anew,
I'm not over you.
At least I've found my start.