Missing Yourself

Do you ever miss yourself?

The you you were before your first heartbreak? That changes you - the way you feel safety in a promise someone makes to you.

Do you ever miss the you you were before the first time you had to alter the path of your life? That changes you - the sense of adventure you feel when you talk about the future.

What about the you you were before someone broke your trust? That changes you - the new apprehension you feel when you think about letting someone in on the secrets of your world.

Or maybe the you you were before you first failed at something? That changes you - it clouds the way you think about taking risks.

Is it the you you were before you saw some of the evil in the world? That changes you - it thickens the walls of your comfort zone.

On occasion, do you miss the you you were before someone you called a "friend" walked out of your life? That changes you - it develops an internal concern that other friends will also make their way for an exit.

Perhaps you miss the you you were before you lost someone you loved? That changes you - people we love often take along a piece of us.

Do you ever miss yourself?
Because sometimes I do.

More graffiti later,
~A