our lives are diverging,
the future we traced began to split.
two sides peeling away from each other,
slowly, but surely, we’re losing touch.

at times, you feel like a stranger.
something about the way you talk
makes me think back.
to the “you” i remember—or the one i don’t.

am i forgetting us?
or just upset about how it’s been?

it’s a little scary, you know?
making forever plans with someone who i might not know.
but there’s something that ties us together.

i often worry that it’s time;
time that holds onto the pages and memories—
hands gripping each other as it ticks.

but i know better than to let go.