It was my own hubris.

I preferred to be alone,

introverted, awkward,

But it’s a pitfall.

A year, two years?

Its hard to keep count

when every day feels the same.

When I reminisce, will I remember my prior self?

The self that was empty and broken, so focused on the past

Maybe after all this, it’s for the best to forget

and look forward to the me that still is