Memory Friend

So loud when you'd walk in.
Now I count the little things that will never be again.
And I hate that the world keeps moving on its own while I'm learning how to live with your side of life gone.
I lost my friend.
I lost my friend, and the room got quiet again.
I lost my friend.
I lost my friend, but I still hear your laugh sometimes.
I still call your name.
If grief is love with nowhere left to go,
Then mine's a river I can't hold.
I'd trade a thousand better days for one more walk on.