As it was

Photo by Ron Lach on

Not a Harry Styles song,

Neither anything prime

Just memories flooding,

Of that old time 


Years have passed,

Personalities changed, 

Wouldn’t even recognize 

If met old selves 

With a dying urge to be well-liked

Most on journeys to explore,

To build new connections, 

To find something more 

Now walking past old friends

doesn’t seem strange,

Other’s thoughts feel wrong

Perhaps that’s just teenage ?