The Old You Is Gone. Poem by amanda currier

i wish that when i walked away
you would have run after me.
i wish when i told you to leave me alone
you'd grab me and not let go.

i wish you were still the same person i met all those years ago.
i wish your touch still felt the same.
&& i wish i still got the feeling in my stomach when i looked at you and the sparkle in my eye when someone said your name.
but i dont.
i get mixed emotion when i think about you. not one of them good.
I wanna feel happy when i think about you.
but that involves the old you coming back
and im afraid that hes gone for good.