Honeysuckles

I sit next to you,
The Honeysuckles behind us.
Neither are speaking,
Just sitting quietly.

This is the last day I will ever
see your face, this is the last
day you will ever see mine.

True friends we are...
but each feels more.
We start to talk,
to joke,
to laugh,
To talk about our past,
Our present,
our future.

Although this is goodbye,
I know this isn't the end.
We are young,
Anything can happen.
We might cross paths some day.

So we continue to sit, my friend,
and look at the sunset on our last day
with the honeysuckles behind us.