I love new experiences.
New names and faces.
New dives and dialogues.
New nights on new streets
heading towards some
new horizon.

But sometimes, I
really want the old ones back.

We would speak for hours
or I’d listen and
you’d tell me all about it.
And it made sense that
it worked that way,
and I never asked to stop
and reconsider the
usual course of events.

But what is one to do
when the truth of every
matter is disputed by
cold hard fact?

I’m sorry dear,
But I just can’t
believe you anymore.