this feeling is familiar
though I felt it long ago
not much is different
except
your name
your face
yes, your walk
are not the same

the you here has changed
but this sinking feeling
well this it seems
has remained

and so the words pour
they flow and rush
and find themselves here
never making it to my lips
never making it to your ears
trapped on a page that
you'll never read

oh how you never read