I never use to have so much free time
I was always busy,
With the same people, doing the same things,
But I was busy all the same
Now that everyone has gone,
I have endless free time,
And nothing to do with it
I use to value the time I spent alone,
Reading to myself late at night
Largely because it didn't happen often,
I loved taking walks by myself,
With no real destination or purpose,
Because then it was quiet,
And I didn't have to fight for words
Now it's only quite because everyone has gone,
There's no longer anyone to talk to
I thought when I was busy all the time,
That if one day everyone left,
I would be fine, it wouldn't matter
How wrong I was then,
It's so depressing to be alone
Knowing that the people you use to spend
Every minute with, laughing at the same things
not because there wasn't anything else,
but because those were our jokes, our secrets,
and now its like they hold no meaning,
I could go over everything we've ever done together
And it wouldn't matter, just like I predicted
because you're already gone,
and you've probably forgotten
but I can't bring myself to forget,
Instead I linger in the past
where I was happy
I only feel sad now