See you in a familiar place. But your face doesn't look the same, did you change your taste? I remember you as the innocent girl caressed in my arms. Naive to the troubles of the world. I walk towards you and we exchange in conversation that can only be described as deafening. The tension shrieking to be cut. A feeble attempt by me to cease discomfort. I ask "how are you?". You reply with cold words which only seems to capture the essence of how seasons change. You know I was always awkward to be around. That single question used to generate a rally of conversation. Back and forth naturally like the tide sweeping the beach then dispersing back into the ocean. Us always present in the moment we shared. I know our relationship failed, but does that mean the memory needs to be buried in ****? Now it seems I just cant hit the same mark, the bulls eye that would make you open up. Failing to capture that dream when we lived in a daze. Confused about how time could possibly pass by? So help me understand how did those dazzling eyes become a stranger to mine? I mumble, my tongue caught in my throat. You don't seem to care, so why do I? I walk away wondering who you are.