Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Old friends.

There are still parts of
Old friends,
That hate me
And are strangers now.

I see them in me.
In the way I laugh,
The way I roll my cigarettes,
And the way I talk during movies.

I see them everywhere
Inside of me,
And it hurts.
It hurts because I miss them.

I hope they see me,
Too.
I hope they miss me,
Too.