Remembering the Last

Bringing so many memories
Along with haunting pain
So much fricking torment
Just from hearing his name

Remembering the last
His sentence hanging in the air
Why do we hate him so?
Yet leaving him caused so much despair

If he’s really gone
Why must we still care
Hoping that he won’t forget
Wishing that he’ll still be there

This is a true "story" about my friend and I ((hence the 'we')) leaving our other friend cause he was a jerk..we still miss him..though I'm sure neither of us would like to admit it...