Lost Letters/ Under The Influence of Summer Nostalgia

 

Things stopped reminding me of you, 

but people still think you’re mine. 

“How’s that friend of yours doing?” 

They ask me all the time. 

How do I put it in words 

that I don’t know you like I used to do? 

That I almost do not know you at all. 

So I thought I should ask, how are you? 

Do you have a new favorite color? 

Is life no longer blue for you? 

How’s your mother? 

I bet she asks about me like mine asks about you. 

I never know what to tell her, 

but most times I say a few white lies, 

nothing too detailed, 

almost as if I'm making up 

another version of you 

who never left me.

I used to be the first to know all about you, 

you used to tell me every thought you had 

even before they are fully finished in your head. 

The craziest part is nobody ever tells you 

about how people just drift apart. 

One Tuesday I'm pouring my heart out to you. 

Not even wearing it on my sleeve, 

I was pulling my heart out of my chest 

and putting where it belongs, 

in the palms of your hands. 

The next Tuesday we became strangers. 

This is sad, it is simply sad, 

small words are a perfect fit for huge emotions. 

And isn't it just horrible? 

To get your heart broken on a Tuesday. 

Couldn’t you wait until the weekend to break my heart? 

I walk back through the road that made us strangers, 

and I cannot seem to find the exact spot 

where your footsteps walked out of my life. 

 

I'm not trying to put it all on your shoulders. 

I know it takes two to let go 

for things to fall apart. 

But I always thought you were wiser than me, 

and you probably thought I was too, 

I guess we didn't know 

each other that well after all. 

This is just to say, 

congratulations on graduating, 

getting a job, 

marriage, 

and kids. 

When they ask about the girl 

next to you in every picture what will you say? 

I hope you tell them my name, 

and not “Oh, that’s a girl I went to school with.”  

I guess we are strangers now, 

you grew up and so did I. 

We both thought we would grow together 

not apart, 

but what did we know about life back then?