i wish i could hate you
but how can i,
when i don't know who you are?
lately ive learned
with the passing of time
people are changing
like the sun and stars.
how could i expect you to be different?
you nor i are the same as we were
many days and nights ago.
but i was happy then
a meaningless crush so simple and pure;
you were smart and kind
innocent and so full of life
so i clung to the idea of what if
and i held onto to it like a vice.
it's been too long and tiring and hard
time goes on and i need to let you go
but part of me will always pray
some far off, distant day
when i meet you on the street
you won't come up to me and say
"nice to meet you, hello."