Why Can't You Be With Me?

I find myself thinking, why you can’t be with me,
The way you wonder makes me so keen.
The jokes you cracked in the middle of the night,
The way we sang and laughed at childhood memories till first light.
I miss the way you called me your flower & soothed my head when I hit walls,
You were beside me through it all; despite all my flaws.
You danced your way through problems, issues...everything,
My shining star I had to cling.
I love how you hugged me so hard every time we met,
The way I used to tease and make you beg.
I can’t forget your giggling through the most serious moments,
Those cute and funny letters you forced yourself to write and send.
And who can forget the sensuous dreams, delayed meets and our escapades?
They seemed like a vital part of our daily needs.
Our mistakes are worth laughing at,
Especially the day you had that first conversation with my dad.
Like Besties, we fought and insulted each other too, 
But were the complete opposite of that in my room.
The wake up calls, office talks, notorious doings and helping me through biology,
I don’t think anyone else existed when you were with me.
The comical way you burped and dozed off,
We lived through the years like we had no boss!
Then we got responsibilities, thought about family, then one day,
Outta the blue, you had to leave, you walked away.
All that’s left are wonderful memories we hold on to,
None forgotten, none deleted, none left behind, because we know we’ll meet again, make new and finer memories soon.
And we hold on to each other,
Knowing we can take this further! 

-Safa Hassan