Seeing you now, after two long years, feels like staring into the eyes of a ghost.
I wonder why you walk alone, you mustn’t wonder the same of me.
We grew up, grew apart, I grew out of all we shared.
I grew into your ex boyfriends and best friends, I still bring you up sometimes.
Do you know I am the only one left?
Of our little group, popular only with each other, I am all that stuck around.
Walking past you on the street, the ghosts of our memories haunt my brain.
The happiness seeps through my cracks, and I feel young at heart again.

But you never catch my eye.