Hello old friend faded phone number penciled-in meeting I am not good company I've already drifted So much hope tangled in the unknown like a dirty gym bag It's like if I swallowed you whole swelled with gluttony I lose my spot in the queue then it's others turn to make you laugh have I made enough of an impression to stay in your memory? to be part of some type of internal rhythm time it, trace it, don't let go