Lost
Going through old memories. How weird is it that I've lost myself, lost contact with who I used to be and who I used to know? I should be sleeping, but I can't go yet. I'm afraid of how people vanish from my life, just shuffle off into the sunset intending to return, but they never do. It's not death that steals them, it's forgetting. It's not caring or losing track or outgrowing it all. What happened? What went wrong? I don't know. I don't remember.
I'm here still, thinking of you. Somewhere, do you sometimes think of me, too?
I'm here still, thinking of you. Somewhere, do you sometimes think of me, too?