Confessions of an Ex-Blockmate

Clicking through photos, looking at wasted happy faces,
happy faces without my face to count among,
I am afraid that my friends have forgotten me.
Then this feeling of loneliness settles within my heart.

I've got no place to belong.

But I take a second look at their smiling faces,
A second glance and a second thought.
Then I say to myself -
Everything's fine, at least they're having fun.

I don't really need a place to belong.

Once in a while, some words are exchanged:
I miss you, I miss you too
But we both know
Things can never be the way that they used to.

I think I'm happy though,
even if things are like this.

I don't regret anything, the moving... nope, I don't.
We've had some memories, good ones alright
And I know we can make more of them,
In infinite, to be exact.

I just can't help it though
I feel a little bit sad now and then

Rory's turned one year some time ago
I saw the banner while riding someone's car, can't remember who
Had flashbacks of what we used to do, familiar faces warm laughter...
At this point I stopped, and held my heart

You can't turn back time,
you can only look forward to what it can bring
and to what you can do.

On our way home from a class trip
My new classmates were having a discussion in the car
Talking about someone, I asked who
He said a name -- an ex-blockmate of theirs

Then I wondered
Is that what they call me now too?