A lot can happen in five years

How many lips have I kissed since?

It’s hard to keep track of the ways I’ve grown

Or the ways I’ve regressed

Is there even a bit of that person

I used to be left inside?

The more bridges you have to burn

The more change is ignited

And I’m sure you’ve felt the flame as well

On the path you’ve taken away from me

Five years ago was another world

More artifact than memory

Yet on occasion in your dreams

I hope that I appear

And that some feelings haven’t changed

Even after these five years

<3

(About an old friend who was a bit more than a friend)