At night,

Tuesday, May 14

i hate it when at night 
i start thinking 
about old times and 
the people i knew and 
cared for and how i thought 
i'd known them for years 

but in reality 
i’ve drifted so far apart 
that i’d barely 
stop to talk to them in the street
and even in my dreams

since reality always 
the worst 
(we are so much drifted apart)