Fifty-two Things Lost

 

I don’t give my heart to many guys

But you can’t say the same.

You jump from one to another girl

As if love’s some sort of game.

 

Well, I hope she makes you happy.

Happier than I did

That night under the moonlight,

When we shared our very first kiss.

 

I see you with her in the hallways—

Fingers intertwined.

The way you used to hold my hands,

The way you did when you were mine.

 

But you look nervous when you’re with her—

Less confident, less relaxed.

And it makes me wonder,

Makes me think,

Is it real, or just an act?

 

I hope she takes your hands in hers

In the middle of the night.

And when you’re scared and hurting,

Will she be there to hold you tight?

 

I hope she tells you she loves you,

When she’s miles and miles away.

And I hope she’s thinking of you,

Each night and every day.

 

You’re different now that you’re with her—

Quieter, more reserved.

You tell us you have to be this way,

Because you’re afraid she’ll slip away.

 

You no longer show us magic,

Play with cards like you used to do.

We ask ourselves, “Is he happy?”

Well tell me, truly, are you?

 

You shouldn’t have to change for her.

She should love you for who you are.

And if she doesn’t,

Or you’re afraid she won’t,

Is this the right choice at all?

 

Your friends have been there for you,

Through your best and through your worst.

But among our smiling faces,

Now the count comes up one short.

 

We rarely ever see you—

And when we do, you’re not the same.

We miss your jokes, your laugh, your trust,

But you have chosen her over us.

 

It’s sad to see you leaving,

Knowing there’s nothing we can do.

I just hope one day if you need us still,

We will still be there for you.

 

So go and climb a mountain,

Like you promised me we’d do.

And maybe then, at the very top,

You’ll see what you have lost.