Exit

I used to think that people find each other for a reason,

good

bad

or just a passerby.

Now,

I've lost the sense of belonging in the people I've grown to know,

life has pulled us away from what we were

I am being left with the scraps left behind in the move.

Changes are happening

around me

in me

and the pace is hard to keep up.

I am falling

trying to catch myself and find my way back to the me that was happy

but she went through the exit

just like everyone else.