I write you again 
a pleading voice.
like a lover ghosted,
left on read, 
forgotten.

I beg To see you again. 
It shouldn’t be that hard my friends say 
it should be easy. 

yet I find myself searching 
unsure how to reach 
you. 

you are a deep memory 
a version of me I forget being 

looking inside myself does nothing 
looking for answers only causes confusion 

some say we are meant to change. 

Others stand and question where the “old you” went. 

I want to tell them 
she is still here 
she is me 
dwelling quietly 
she just doesn’t fit in with the new version of me.