Amelia_v

Of course it's real.

It's a good thing.

She wasn't even sure,

she had made up her mind,

but here she was.

Back for something,

back with her.

It was kind of a mistake.

She might laugh,

"You're changing," I whisper to myself.  

"So am I," whispers the wind.  

I think change is good.  

Change is the way the air cools at night.  

Change is the way I'm back at school again.  

I never realized I was lonely 

Until they day I met you

And then you left.

And it’s not that I really knew you

More like a friendly face

And it’s not like we will ever be more than that.