Coming Home

Leaving you behind was just so hard.
Like tearing chunks out of my heart and watching them fry.
I cried - how I cried!!
And felt each stabbing pain as if it were the first.
But we've watched each other grow,
If only from afar
And we meet.
Occasionally.
Separately.
Not as a whole as we once were.
With some I feel so awkward
And after that
Feel sad.
But with others;
It feels like coming home.

~~I wrote this after meeting up witj some friends that I used to be really close with a year ago, and found that although some things had changed, they were still my best friends~~