15

When people ask how old I am

I sometimes say 15,

Although i'm nearly 17.

Its like you left my world

And time stopped.

Ever since you vanished

I can't remember what year it is

I can't pinpoint our last normal conversation either.

Maybe time froze

During that final exchange

Because now I can't remember how old I am

And you can't remember how to talk to me.

We sit in this bitter moment,

In the middle of a conversation

That was never resolved.

My mind replays every breath

Every scream

I'm trapped in a fortress of your insults

A kingdom of your manipulation

You're miles away but I feel your energy.

I can't help but wonder

That maybe if I spoke to you,

Time would move again.

But what if I remember how old I am

And you remember how to talk to me.

What if time never even stopped,

And i'm the one who froze.