sitting here in this estranged town
in a house where my old landlords live
with cracked walls and strangers and realizing
you and i aren't friends anymore.

i'd like to cry about it and i will maybe but
i haven't yet and i don't have the patience.
the thought of you walking down the street to
the coffee shop is distant and maybe not real.

this place reminds me of you and them and
everyone else who i knew here but
the only thing i want is to yell in your face
about how wrong you were to stop being my friend