my future misses the memory of people once important to me
those who carelessly threw my carefully given love to the side
those who used me to stand atop so that they would appear greater
those who've gossiped and then begged of my forgiveness
I miss the days of yester year
the routine of being misunderstood
and now I walk in the great unknown feeling mostly alone
with irony seated on my right side and grief upon my left