I played songs and watched the clouds go by.

A few songs came on, and of course it reminded me of a variation of people.

I closed my eyes, after looking at each cloud I could, and thought about the different people I could.

I tried so hard to remember certain memories I could about certain ones.

Like, weird looks, or random conversations, or comfy hugs, or just amazing talks.

I don’t know why I’m regretting everything now when I’m meant to be so happy.

It’s so sad how I’ve been advised to not talk to you anymore.

So, I restrain myself and tell myself not to talk to you.

But when you start the conversation,

I wish it were a year ago, and we just became friends.

When I was still crying over you,

Crying over how I had nothing,

And how you were always there for me.