Now you’re just somebody...

I think of us…Not sure if I’ve let you go…

Our inventions, explorations, connections.

I can’t make sense of how we became strangers.

Remembrances are slow.

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.

There were intimate conversations once.

Times when I would know your next move, your next word.

There were times when we said we’d be friends forever.

How could friends just let go?

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.

I remember walking hand in hand in all weather.

Now I fear that I could pass you in the street without recall.

Didn’t have to go this way...

Were we just friends for show?

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.

I think of us less…I’ve forgotten content that our photos show.

Last time I saw you there was no spark, no glow.

I’m not concerned that we’re not together.

Our conversations now seem shallow.

You’re a stranger and not somebody I need to know.