My 1 day runaway friend

Our meeting was sheer coincidence,
on a rainy afternoon.
But through a horrid tablemate,
our understanding of the other grew.
We spoke through paper,
our pencils our tounges,
and I knew that on that rainy Friday,
I had found someone
to understand me,
though we live in different worlds.
You, the suffering artists.
Me, the theatre girls.
But I knew I had made
a true friend that day.
So my heart dropped
when you went away.
I sat all the next day,
waiting for you to show,
but when the late bell rang i knew,
that on with my day I must go.
So I wish you farewell dear Nick,
Whereever you may be.
But I hope that if you ever see this poem,
you will remember me.
Goodbye.