Where have you gone?

I still write to you, but I don't know what for.

I still wish upon some silly shooting star.

I stare at the wall for hours, dreaming about that day.

They day you told you told me goodbye, and walked down that long hallway.

I still have the note you wrote me, from seventh grade.

And I still wait for the phone call you promised on that day.

But who's to know where you are...I just hope your not amongst one of the...shooting stars.