alone

1.

our hobbies became my hobbies.

our secrets became my secrets.

our days out became my days in.

you see,

as you went on to others,

better and brighter than me,

every memory we had created

together

just became a distant thought

of my own.

I held onto them though

and continued

as myself,

but a lot,

lot

quieter.

you didn't want to speak

about any of it anymore.

you changed

faster than I could.

I didn't want to.

I didn't want you to.

but you did;

you changed.

now

I'm quiet

and our time together

is kept in a sad little corner

in my head.

🤝