A text I won’t send
To an old friend with whom
I haven’t spoken in a while:
I saw a guy running in the park today
He kinda looked like you
I actually thought it was you at first
It would have been a happy surprise
I would have said
What are you doing in the city?
I thought you were in Palo Alto
And then I don’t know after that
But it would have been as great as
All the conversations we’ve ever had
We haven’t talked in a while
I’m not sure why
Maybe it was something I did
Maybe it just happens
As we get older and get girlfriends
And eventually start families
I guess I’m having a hard time
Letting go of the college days
I liked it when we were all together
And we didn’t have anything to do
Except learn and hang out
I wrote some articles for newspaper
And you built robots
Adult life just doesn’t seem as good
We’re all in separate cities now
Staying in our apartments most the time
Hanging out with coworkers sometimes
Working, working, working
I guess I just miss you man
But I know this might just be how it is
Maybe I should send you this text
I don’t know why I won’t
I’m sure you’d understand
But maybe there’s nothing we can do
And I think I’d rather just
Hold onto some hope
That somehow things will go back
To how they were before
August 30, 2021 at 07:01PM