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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Clinging

I cling to the memory of how we used to be. Young and crazy. Nights out at the bar, playing pool and singing bad karaoke. Staying out late and sleeping in. Sitting up at all hours drinking and telling stories. What happened?
We grew apart. I tried and tried to stay connected but after so many times of being let down, I just gave up. I was not aware that men come before your best friend. It has been over a year, I let go, and you still have not came back. I miss you.
I do not know what to do anymore. I feel so lonely.
Time will tell.

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