lonely souls

what we have

just another day,
of all of us talking,
giggling about the
most random stuff,
(this affects our friends too)
and you look at me,
i look at you,
for a second
we get lost
in our own, tiny little world
(it felt so good)
what we have
feels like something,
straight out of a
book,
or a
movie.
but what we have
has turned into
what we had
(why, why, why)
and i can't help but cry
over the memories
we
(don't exist anymore)
could have made.