The skin stretched across my palms is thin
Almost see-through
Everything we ever wanted never came to be
We can’t go back
Everyone I ever wanted has moved on to another place
Some – on to places that I can’t go (yet)
And some – on to places where they don’t want me to follow
Others just pretend I’m dead
And others – just a grey hound ride away,
Just aren’t there anymore.
Nobody is the way I remember
And yet everybody is the way I remember
- By Sarah Scout
