Hey Orange

"Hey Orange,"
I challenge you to a duel of soccer.  A fight (to the friendship)
Can you even comprender?
"Hey Orange,"
Lets go on an adventure.
Lets drive off into the sunset in this red truck and eat tamales until we're stuffed.
Then we'll eat some more.
"Hey Orange,"
Let's be friends forever and ever even though we live in two different countries.
But no matter.
Country lines change not feelings or the stars.
They change not words, they only translate them.
"Hey Orange,"
These days are dwindling.  Why must you leave?
Who will I make weird faces at in the middle of clase de matematicas?
"Hey Orange,"
I wasn't sure if you had left yet or not, so I ran to the bus station to see if you had gone.
I saw only a flash of hair as you disappeared, a whiff of a memory.
Why must these things end so quickly?
Why do all the good things end, when the bad things seem to never go away?
"Hey Orange,"
Who even is in charge of life? Who even makes up these rules, and makes us follow them? Why only 5 days, why not a month?
Tape this sacred piece of red to your wall.  The one with the remembrances and blue jeans interwoven.
And one last thing.
"Hey Orange,"
Never forget me.