four.

you once told me a story, about how you went to the lego store

with your grandfather,

and when it was time to go, you placed the figure you made,

in your pocket.

however, your grandfather made you put it back,

because you didn't know that you couldn't keep it, unless you paid for it.

it's such an insignificant piece of knowledge,

so why was i happy when you told me?

you once wrote my name, on a wooden pencil i owned,

but it made me happy, because at least you knew what my name was.

i tried to treasure it, but the ink faded,

just like our friendship.