Hello again.

do you recognize me,
the girl with her hair in the wind, free,
maybe you'd be surprised,
at the way I've died,
over the years?

do you know me,
the girl with the haunted eyes,
who gave the most goodbyes,
and who's cried herself to sleep,
for weeks?

do I recognize you,
the one who asked how I was,
and how i'd been,
a possible fine hidden in love,
but I guess that's in the past.

do I even know you,
you don't come around much anymore,
you might have said something or...

maybe I'm the one who left.
© XXKESLEY