Time

everything is different.

years keep passing and i am growing

as a person but also

further and further

away from you.

which 17 year old me would be

so damn proud of.

22 year old me is surprised,

not ever expecting for you to feel

so much like a stranger, like

barely a memory.

and these are good things for me,

amazing even.

but i have finally gone to therapy for the

parts of you that haven’t left,

for the moments that

linger a little too long.

my therapist asks what is i am

wanting out of all this?

out of having all the hurt

resurface.

and the truth is

i don’t know, but

i do know that with time,

with more years,

there will be less and less

moments with you

that my heart

cares to remember.