when I first met you
you were nothing more than another face
but 6 months later
you're the only face I could ever find in a crowded place
do you ever just smell an old perfume
or hear an old song
or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes
because I do
but then I realize, no amount of guilt can change the past
& no amount of anxiety can change the future.
how strange is that after all that
we are strangers again
I thought we were on the same page
but I guess we were reading different books
things change and people leave
maybe I should focus on the people who stay
focus on the ones who choose to grow with me