my window is cracked open
in the cool spring evening
as i scroll through my phone
and see everyone around me with
smiles plastered on their faces
and groups of friends surrounding them
i think about my friends.
how we haven't spoken in a few days.
a drift of wind comes into my room
and takes me with it.
days turns into weeks
they're desperate to find out
what they did for me to become
so distant
yet it's not them, it's me.
i drift away with the spring air
fearing coming back down to them
because my head tells me
they love me
but my gut tells me
they never did.
