Sometimes you’re there again
in my face as if you never left it
and I want to be angry that you
can casually turn up and set
everything to upheaval and then
drift away again so swiftly I stand
here wondering whether you were really
here at all at first or at the last.
There was a point in my life where I made handfuls of new friends at a time. Then an extended period where I didn’t make any and that was fine because I liked my friends. Then over the course of a couple of years, they all drifted away from me. Be it distance or (in some cases) argument, or just the fact that that sometimes happens…
I often tell myself it’s time to make new friends. But then I think about how much I miss them when they are gone and I think it’s better to stay up here in my tower without anyone to keep or to lose.