When she sees her old friends speak to the ones we spoke bad about

it’s a bittersweet feeling

Thinking back on good memories makes her wince

She compares their old selves to their new selves, it’s a nerve wrecking thought

Oh how she longs she can remake those memories

Of ordering food in the middle of the night

Or facetiming all day everyday

Or horror video games in the dark

She can sit under the sky and look at the reflecting blue, and it’ll still remind her of them

The memories of longing reached for her under a cloudless sky