Somewhere out there
are a few friends of mine
who I haven't seen or heard from
in a long, long stretch of time
I want to say
too long
but that's not really fair
who knows how long forever is
when you stop caring to count the years
Sometimes I wonder if they're okay
if they're in pain
if they're happier now
if they're feeling sane
But I don't want to ask
But I don't want to ask
To risk confirming
what we had
has been lost
to memory
or worse yet
it's more than just their busy new life
beyond commitments and different paths
and all the things that might serve
as good excuses
for falling away
falling apart
the truth is
they simply
never wonder
don't want to wonder
about you
anymore
at all
not now
maybe never again
I stopped being anything they needed
I wasn't everything they had
My memory did not bring them happiness
My memory did not bring them happiness
They no longer care what I think
and maybe never really did
Wait for the midlife crisis
when they want to feel young again
How you always wanted to feel
even when you were young
Wasn't that why you were friends
in the first place
Old souls want to be cool, too
Imagine them coming back
Friendships reinstated
Revived
Evolved
Let's share what we've learned
and change the world
like we wanted to
like we stopped believing we could
Let's share what we've learned
and change the world
like we wanted to
like we stopped believing we could
Instead of watching a life
All you loved
All you hated
All you missed
All you ever experienced
At least this time around
Crumble away behind you
into nothingness
only to be met
by more murky darkness ahead
Running
in place
at that point
that moment
that constantly shifting state of Now
where the two Nothings meet
you can hardly breathe
suffocating on dread
you almost want to give into it
suffocating on dread
you almost want to give into it
writing trash poetry
as fast as you can
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before you lose your nerve
or temporary sense of humanity
as fast as you can
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before you lose your nerve
or temporary sense of humanity
repeating the same words too many times
trying to process your expletive existence
whenever you can't sleep
Because right this second
you're unemployed and lonely
and some might agree
weak
That is to say
I still miss you
Friends out there
Friends out there
Not that you have to care
But if you did miss me too
(Though come to think of it maybe neither of us have much reason to)
Well at least now this is here
And maybe someday you'll find it
And feel a little better
The way I wish I did
No, it's not a perfect ending
but nothing ever is
never ending
or perfect
now is it?
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