I miss

I miss the way you use to be.

When you were young and lively and you took pictures of me simply because you loved me.
And I would come over, and we would teach the dog tricks.
And you would walk me around your house, and tell me about all the boring flowers I couldn't care less about.
And you would come to my games, pretending like you knew what was going on, when we all knew you didn't.
And you told me about all these people, that I knew I'd never meet.
And I would spend the night as often as I could, because it made you happy.
And you scavenged around the house for a soft blanket to stop my crying.

But that was then.. and this is now.
And that was hello.. and this is goodbye.