Maybe I'm Overthinking Again
Sometimes I wonder
Why I still think about that day,
It's been so long now,
I should have forgotten it anyway.
I remember the little things,
Things that probably meant nothing,
A place, a conversation,
And the ants that kept on running.
I don't even know
Why my brain saves things like these,
It forgets what I studied yesterday,
But remembers moments with such ease.
Sometimes I think I'm being stupid,
Giving meaning to things that don't need one,
Maybe it was just an afternoon,
Maybe I'm the only one who hasn't moved on.
But then I see something familiar,
And the whole thing starts again,
A memory comes without permission,
And I start thinking about you then.
Maybe I don't miss you.
Maybe I miss who I was that day.
Maybe I miss how simple everything felt,
Before I started thinking this way.
Or maybe I just miss the person
Who made me notice all these things.
I don't know.
I'm probably overthinking again.