Poetry

A Year Ago

July 22nd, 2019

A year ago, we were happy.
We would talk from last p.m.'s to early a.m.'s

We'd talk about anything and everything.
I still miss those conversations.
We would laugh and tease eachother,
But it was too good to last.

I miss the person you used to be.
You've changed so much.
So much as to I barely recognize you,
And the soul you used to be.

I wish things didn't end how they did,
But nothing will change that.

I wish I knew your side of the story,
But that'll probably never happen.

You built a wall,
And I know I could knock it down if you gave me a chance to.

You're not the person I used to call my best friend.
And you're far from someone I used to trust.

I miss the old you.
But all that I can do is avoid the person you've become.