Sometimes I imagine conversations with you.
Not the you now
But the you I knew.
The you who cared more than her stunted emotions could show.
But I think you’ve changed since the last time I saw you.
You rearranged the furniture of your chest cavity
And now I think it’s the other way around.
You care less and blame it on stunted emotional flowerbeds.
Because I don’t think I hear you laugh
Not the way you used to.
And I know you’re learning to let go all the titles people placed upon you.
But I just hope you don’t leave behind this one.
The one of friend
Because I knew you before.
Knew the way you’d dodge and dive the personal things
But now you’re straight up shooting them down.
So if she still exists
The girl I met that winter
Let her know we miss her.
And I’ll keep looking at the picture by my bedside
And even if she never returns
At least I have proof she was once here.