with how you remember them
not with who they’ve become
you’re in love with
an outdated version of how
things were
you’re attached to an idea
that no longer exists
this is what happens
when those we usually avoid
pretend to be everything
we’ve always wanted
too late.
no one misses you until you
walk away
no one appreciates you until
you’re gone
no one understands this until
you’ve given up on waiting for
things to get better
no one listens until silence is the
only thing left