Change
So much is different now. And yet one thing remains: When I see all the bullshit with politics, Or hear a new song, Even when our favorite actor died, I wonder what he'd think. I often find myself searching for his contact, Wondering how he's been, Knowing that he's better, Now that we're not friends. We never even met, Possibly never will. But when she asked if I believed in soul mates, His name echoed in my mind. Almost a year later, I can't help but still feel His silence haunting, Never changing.














