No one
is who they were
yesterday.
Minuscule adaptations form
with each sunrise
and go unnoticed
until you look back at an old photograph,
or think about something that happened
with an old friend who is now a stranger
that you know nothing about.
You are your own doppelganger.
The girl sitting in the theatre
playing obnoxious games
with her loud, aspiring individualistic friends
seems like a stranger to me.
It is impossible
to pinpoint the moment
when things started to change
and I lost sight of that girl,
and who she wanted to be.
At the least,
I wonder
when everything
started to shift.
What caused the imbalance?
Now I sit alone
in classes I don't care to pursue
with no sense of aspiration
towards anything.
I remember all of the laughter
and the sleepovers, gossiping about
everything.
I remember random details
and insignificant everyday stories
that could take up hours
upon hours
of reiterating.
When a friendship terminates
what are you supposed to do
with all of your old shared secrets?
Where are you supposed to put those memories?
The girl I am right now
doesn't talk to those people anymore
and I can hardly remember
what it felt like
to be in her shoes,
and all I really have
is knowing things
about the people
that they used to be.
CVT
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
No one
is who they were
yesterday.
Minuscule adaptations form
with each sunrise
and go unnoticed
until you look back at an old photograph,
or think about something that happened
with an old friend who is now a stranger
that you know nothing about.
You are your own doppelganger.
The girl sitting in the theatre
playing obnoxious games
with her loud, aspiring individualistic friends
seems like a stranger to me.
It is impossible
to pinpoint the moment
when things started to change
and I lost sight of that girl,
and who she wanted to be.
At the least,
I wonder
when everything
started to shift.
What caused the imbalance?
Now I sit alone
in classes I don't care to pursue
with no sense of aspiration
towards anything.
I remember all of the laughter
and the sleepovers, gossiping about
everything.
I remember random details
and insignificant everyday stories
that could take up hours
upon hours
of reiterating.
When a friendship terminates
what are you supposed to do
with all of your old shared secrets?
Where are you supposed to put those memories?
The girl I am right now
doesn't talk to those people anymore
and I can hardly remember
what it felt like
to be in her shoes,
and all I really have
is knowing things
about the people
that they used to be.
CVT