I remember a different you,
From a vanishing point of view.
I recall a time,
When you were vibrant and less askew.
Now you’re stewing in doubt,-
Exposed and inside-out.
While you attempt to cling to a past,-
That is vastly different than what you speak about.
A stout contrast,-
To the truth that once filled your eyes.
I used to feel reinvigorated with one glance,-
Now they’re disguised.
I was surprised to see them,-
So vacuous and cold.
The black holes spinning in your pupils,
A hurt to behold.
You used to be so bold,-
Then you settled for so much less.
The face that looks back at me,-
Is a bewildered shell of a mess.
But I guess you’re happy,
You keep telling me that you are.
Or maybe you’re just so numb to the pain,-
That it’s easy to ignore the scars.
You’re so far from the inspiration,
That I fondly recall.
I wish I had a chance to say goodbye-
To the you that was lost in the squall.