The Ride

I look out the window, moving past the trees.
Staring simply at nothing, I begin to ponder about a lot of things.
Things that are and aren't important.
The people I've come to know when I was 2 years younger.
What happened to them? Where are they now?
And why I never got to keep in touch with them.
The last question I know the answer to.

Mostly I've a lot of regrets as to why I grew apart from them in the first place. Relationships that should have never started to begin with. And trust that should have never been broken. I was too naive. I've cornered myself along the edges of this wall I've built. Although I know that it's never too late, I just don't know where to begin when it comes to finding my way back to them again. And yes, it becomes ever so obvious that I'm missing what I had before. Still, maybe the hurt hasn't healed just yet. And yes, the saying "time heals" is overrated. Faces so vivid even in my dreams.
Will I ever meet them again?

Oh, here's my stop. It sometimes amazes me about all the things I can think of, in one ride.Back to work again.