sometimes, i wish to come
back to where i used to be.
to the people i used to go with
and hang out with.
sometimes i am missing
my old classmates
yet i wanna stay with
my current ones.
But not a day goes by,
when my mind wanders
about my old class
and is longing to
sit with them like
we've never even separated before.
like we've never stopped
hanging out. Like the feeling
of missing them have never
existed in my heart before.
Why have i been so cruel to them
the day i separated from them?
why had i held back my tears
and lied to them instead?
is it because i was trying
to create an imaginary feeling of dependency?
is it because i thought that
if i told the truth,
i would also have to face the
fact that there is nothing more
i can do?