I can’t go back to that place
Was it only two years ago?
It’s so empty and cold--
My heart cringes at the nostalgia.
Everyone appears so happy and involved.
I sit in the corner and watch them absently.
There’s a person sitting across from me.
Her eyes are wide and blank
The color from her skin is gone.
I wonder if she is a ghost.
My eyes focus on her and I see them stare deep into my soul.
The face becomes puzzled.
I slowly stand up and walk towards her.
She puts her hand up to mine.
I feel myself escape to the other side.
The ghost is now where I used to be.
She walks back to where I was sitting and stares at me.
I realized then I was trapped once again--
Trapped on the outside looking in.
Nothing but a reflection of who I used to be
Who I should be.