Guess I thought
I was someone important
to you
and now we don’t speak
as if we were strangers.
I don’t know anymore
I just.
It’s all a breeze in the wind.
A collection of distant sounds.
You’re a name
framed between the
branches of trees until it fades
Into the blue of the sky.
It’s spring.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
Guess I thought
I was someone important
to you
and now we don’t speak
as if we were strangers.
I don’t know anymore
I just.
It’s all a breeze in the wind.
A collection of distant sounds.
You’re a name
framed between the
branches of trees until it fades
Into the blue of the sky.
It’s spring.