I remember you;
The curve of your eyes
The way your lips always slipped into that half smile when you were at your happiest.

I remember how carefree we used to be around each other,
When we were far from judgment's nasty grasp.

But things have changed.

You have changed.

We no longer talk for hours
And those scarce moments when we do converse are filled with tension and
An awkward air I could only describe as the feeling of being unfamiliar with one another.

Your name tastes bitter on my tongue,
An odd pairing of letters
Caught in my throat.

Even your smell has changed,
Your clothes tinged with a scent that burns my nose.
Not that it matters,
You keep your distance now.

I look at you and
I don't see you at all.

I look at you and
I see the lonely eyes of a boy
He is young, trapped within the body of a man who's all too anxious to grow up
To move on with life.

You have ruined yourself,
Rushing that which is not supposed to be rushed.

Or maybe you haven't done that at all.

Maybe I've just become stuck in my childhood.
Clinging on to something which has long past.

Maybe I've painted this elaborate picture within my mind,
Unconsciously forcing myself into believing that it was reality.

You'd think that I'd notice the lack of company,
Or the odd nature in which things appeared and disappeared almost at will,
But maybe I was just too busy reminiscing with the people of my mind.

It's hard to tell
things are so very distorted on both ends.

But in either case,
we're both alone.
And in that way,
We're really not all that different.