Moving away

It's so strange to be growing older

Somehow I thought I'd never see this day

I will miss things the way they were

Now that everyone's moving away

You left to escape, to grow, to learn

We won't be the same people when we return

Phone Calls and postcards from far away

About weather and work and not what you wanted to say

It's so strange to feel that distance

Our old  forgotten moments are following me around

When I finally move on I guess I´ll miss them

They are proof of something I don´t have now

I left to be free, to dream, to thrive

To find the meaning in being alive

Never answered your postcards, never picked up the phone

I became someone else than the girl you left all alone

It's so strange to see the world changing

More and more for every passing hour

You cared, but I could never become your everything

So I had the heartache, and you had all the power

You left to run, to fly, to be understood

You said she got you better than I could

But history likes ours rarely dies

You never meant it when you said goodbye

It's so strange to be growing older

At least it is easier to forgive and forget

But I still think about us when I see you with her

You moved back into the street where we first met

I left to thrive, to grow old, to grow up

Now I guess friendship has to be enough

It hurt but deep down I'm glad you did stay

Now that everyone's moving away

Reviews

[B. Boileau]

Melancholy piece. You can feel the memories in this. Makes the phase "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" come to mind. I like the alternating rhyming scheme.
bill

[Johanna]

Thank you Bill :))