Of you, whom I once held in such high regard, nothing is left but a song. A good song, truth be told - I listen to it rather often. Not that I'm brooding over it - I really like it, in the most detached way possible. But it's curious to see how it is possible for someone to walk into our lives out of nowhere, leave considerable mark, and then vanish without a trace. You left a trace though, a good song that I love listening to. It's a shame the friendship couldn't remain alive as well, but I suppose that at this point I should count myself fortunate.