• I remember, sometimes a lot,
    About you.
    I used to know everything about you.
    You used to be my only drive,
    My sole ambition.
    The one that I laughed louder for,
    The one I cried at just one word.
    But you're not the same,
    And neither am I.
    I have changed past,
    The feeble outcast.
    Now I have people to look forward
    To seeing, not just adverting your gaze.
    Now I have love, and not yours.
    And you, still don't care.