You drifted away
into something new,
something unexpected.
I just wanted to chat
like we always did,
but you soon became too good
for that - for me.
You never called me,
you never smiled at me,
you never held me
and you never even glanced
towards me anymore.
You became something new
and I still remained old,
and you just didn't like that apparently.
But it's okay
because I'll remember you -
except I'll only remember the old you.
The new never stuck around long enough
so I couldn't get the feeling of it,
but it was foreign.
Just like us - like you.
I will always remember you,
though.

8.4.14
9:08 p.m.
- i.s.