The Poems I Wrote For Me.

No Repeats

I miss you sometimes even when your right by my side.

I miss you sometimes because of all the change.

The way that you are grinds against who you are becoming.

The sparks that it makes and all the dissonant noise of a happy young boy become a hardened man.

And maybe who you are now was there all along,

I just chose not to see.

But maybe it's just that who were are is a response to what happens around us.

Maybe your stories tone used to be lighter, and everything wasn't so heavy.

Now the world is a different place.

Now you are a different person still wearing the same face.

That scares me.

That everything about you can change inside,

But your face would be the same familiar features I've always seen.

And I could change too.

I could become an unrecognizable person to myself,

And still, envision and see that same familiar face every time I look in the mirror.

So yeah,

I miss you.

Not because you aren't here,

Just because you aren't who you used to be,

And you never will be again.

There are just no repeats.