Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising.
Me, you wouldn’t recall, for I’m not my former.
It’s hard when your stuck upon the shelf.
I changed by not changing at all.
Small town predicts my fate.
Perhaps that’s what no one wants to see.
I just want to scream hello.
My God it’s been too long.
Never dreamed you’d return.
But now here you are and here I am.
Hearts and thoughts they fade away.