It’s not even new friends I crave. It’s old ones I miss.
It’s as if maybe. ..
If I could find my way back to them and the past I’d find myself again.
Only we’re all strangers now.
They wouldn’t know me. I don’t even know myself.
And I wouldn’t know them.
It’s hard knowing there’s no you shape hole anywhere. There’s nobody missing you. Remembering you. Waiting for you.
It’s like you never existed.
Yet they left their marks and holes in you.