Old Friends

I hope when you think of me,
You can only see,
The person I used to be.

And when you look at me,
I hope you miss me.
The person I used to be.

You’re still so much like me,
I’m still so much like you.

When it all came crushing down,
Incredibly loud or without a sound,
What was it all about?

And now I can pretend
(But it’s hard to pretend)
I don’t miss you.

Do you miss me?