Missing you.

I am lost.

Come to think of it

I'm not entirely sure

Where I lost myself

Maybe it was in those 8 hours

Of class time

Lost in notes and due dates

Equations and definitions

In bed of strangers or

Old friends who I no longer

Know the whereabouts of

Was it in love, lost and forgotten?

Perhaps words and friendly exchanges

greetings and goodbyes

Did I lose myself somewhere?

Along those roads driven on

Late nights

To places with people

Whose faces I won't ever recall?

Did I leave myself behind in

books or shows or at the cinema?

In lonely coffee shops?

Or crowded concert halls?

Or maybe it was in the ticking of clocks

And the counting of time

Waiting for the better times

That never came?

Come to think of it

I'm not entirely sure If I lost myself;

I'm not entirely sure If I ever had myself.