It’s been a year.
Soon it’ll be years.
I think about it smiling sadly, nostalgically, regretfully.
It’s all like we feared-
Losing touch, getting bored, moving on.
Everything our innocent, delusional selves
Thought would never happen.
At least, that’s what we voiced aloud.
Last year, we had things
Traditions
Corny, but it meant something.
But now everything’s uncertain,
I don’t know you
You don’t know me.
Am I the only one who cares?
Maybe, but I was the one who broke away
Too shy, too inhibited to stay remembered.
Too hasty, too insecure, too vague
Yet too proud, too aloof, too considerate.
Too tired, too sorry, too confused,
While you found yourselves
And with your new life, diffused-
My own self-fulfilled prophecy in the making;
At least you got to know you.
I still don’t know me.
