except there’s no more kissing. No more holding onto you when there’s a swarm of people trying to walk through. No more texting you every other minute since I’m just another girl now. No more feeling your skin grazing mines since now when we walk there’s a distance. No more walking me to the bus since you’ve got other things now. No more walking me to classes since there’s no point in being late now. No more staying on the phone with me, since the only thing we can hear is silence. No more holding me when I cry since that’s not what you have to do now. There’s no more picturing us in the future since that boat has sailed now.

Now all I can do sit here and watch you walk away, slowly but surely I’m losing my grip on you.