The Way

There used to be a time,

where we were the tried and true.

And from those memories I found love 

in this sobriety.

But everything faded.

And I found myself in a place 

where I couldn't remember the way I used to be.

I lost my old self along the way.

Trapped in this life,

this loveless life.

Stuck in my skin,

my transparent skin.

And yet I will always remember

the way you used to be.