When I Knew You

Hey, you.
I feel like it's been so long since I last saw you,
last talked to you.
How have you been?
How have you been doing?
Who do you belong to, these days?
Hello, you.
It seems like so many eons ago that I touched you,
truly felt you.
How are you now?
Are your tears still soft?
Do you still shiver when you're lonely
and go silent in the cold?
Greetings, you.
It would take me hours to count the hours that have transpired
since I last saw you,
truly knew you,
knew you for what you are.
I can tell you're still the same.
How are you faring in your lies?
It doesn't bother me that much that you're living in disguise.
What's the point of your deception?
Equal to the point of my
questioning, I suppose.