its been so long. i wondered if you’ve moved on. i dreamt of you this morn, when the sun rose and my heart closed.
it must’ve been a sign of fate, that seems to occur as of late. i see people from my past in my dreams, they were sarcastic and mean, which could’ve been foreseen if i had made peace at seventeen.
its been three years, or was it five, or was it six?
an unfinished piece that i don't think i'd ever complete.