someone you use to know

I am someone you use to know
I was younger, but so were you
playing games, laughter and tears
a long, long while ago

time creeps in--a fact of life
some grow up, others don't
we grow tired, or just don't care
such is all, in times of strife

stalking happiness at any cost
stepping on feelings
apologize and move on
before all is once again-- lost

I am someone you use to know
you wouldn't recognize me
never asking the right questions
as I turned to go

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License