Requiem for a Late Friend

Shall I tell you what you left behind?
Half a sentence, interrupted.
A glance over your glasses,
       Mona Lisa smile.

Did you really think you’re invisible?
Having left the back way, we wouldn’t
expect you to burst in the front door
       like you always did?

You and your dumb jokes. What
gave you the right to pull one
more half-assed magic trick,
        disappearing like that?

I have things to do; I can’t be
hanging around, expecting you
to come swanning in. It’s not always 
       about you, you know?

We haven’t forgotten how late
you always are, like we wouldn’t
notice. I left my phone on in case 
          you call with some story.