It felt so odd -
passing your house and
realizing I hadn't seen you in so long
wondering what you're doing, what you look like, what you love
now that we've grown up and
grown apart.
It feels like just moments ago
that we were here
these same streets, these same views
passing our windows every day, but now,
now I ride and look out at them
wondering what happened to us
and how I've moved on.
Nostalgia is a funny thing -
I don't even know if I miss you
though I know you broke my heart for years
I don't even know what I would say
were I to see you, or if we would have anything
in common anymore.
did we ever?
I'm sure I never knew you
not even when we lived the same life
when we spent nearly every waking moment
together, even then
I didn't know who you were
or if you wanted to know me.
Now, perhaps it's idle curiosity,
but I want to at least see you
one more time, to see if it really is
over like I thought it was
before it even began
I know I don't need it
but I want closure of some sort,
something to prove to me that I've really
learned to move on
that I've become myself, and
I don't need you anymore.
Author notes
partially inspired by Mark's poem of the same name, found at allpoetry.com/Poem/1785941
Written January 29th, 2006
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ooooo Jen i really like this a lot. Very thought provoking and you used tons of great emotion.
Keep up the good work.
Janine -
Thanks. And yeah, life is odd isn't it?
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Seems we're all going through a little reflection as of late. I guess that's just how the story goes. It makes me wonder though, why everything around us moves in circles, even ourselves. It's strange how we always keep coming back to where we started, always wondering what we missed and trying to figure out how to get it back.
Heh. Your poem made me think. Lots. Good work.
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