I noticed how different
you have become

your smell
your face
your touch
your stare
and
your curly brown hair

And as I wrote down the
things that've changed,
the one thing I wished
to become different,
is still the same.

You still do not care
for the efforts
as to the way I
look at you,
the way I smile
when I see you,
the way I miss you
and the way
I cry when I don't see *you