I saw you at the market buying groceries alone New haircut, different style, moves I've never known We made eye contact briefly then pretended not to see Too complicated now for even basic courtesy Strange how fast a decade can erase what felt permanent back then When did we become those strangers who were once friends? Time rewrites the story while we're busy looking away Yesterday becomes unrecognizable today This is what we become when the years roll on This is what we become when the feeling's gone We don't talk no more but I still wish you well Growing means goodbye sometimes, that's the truth to tell My mother still asks how you're doing when we meet I say you're good, just working, keep the answer clean and brief She doesn't know we haven't spoken since last summer's heat Or that the silence feels like mercy more than grief We used to promise we'd stay close no matter what came next But promises can't override the way that people get complex Distance isn't measured just in miles you have to drive Sometimes it's the gap between who we were and how we're trying to survive You're building something new while I'm still holding what's alive Of who we used to be, though neither one of us can really thrive This is what we become when the years roll on This is what we become when the feeling's gone We don't talk no more but I still wish you well Growing means goodbye sometimes, that's the truth to tell Listen, we was tight from back inna di day, yuh know di score Every weekend linking up, reasoning 'til four Talking revolution, music, everything we care about Planning how we'd change di system, never had a doubt But then yuh get di scholarship, opportunity arise Mi happy fi yuh truly, see di future in yuh eyes And mi start touring heavy, every month a different place Two different trajectories, we couldn't keep di pace First few months we trying hard, calling every night Then it's every week or so, then just to check if yuh alright Then it's Instagram and birthday text, performative display Of connection that evaporated slowly, day by day And honestly mi can't be vex, that's just reality People grow in different soil, need different things to be free Yuh need di structure, academic life, professor route Mi need di stage, di travel, keep it loose without a doubt This is what we become when the years roll on This is what we become when the feeling's gone We don't talk no more but I still wish you well Growing means goodbye sometimes, that's the truth to tell And maybe this is how it had to go for both of us to grow Into the people we're becoming, not the ones we used to know Sometimes love means stepping back and letting someone find their own way home Find their own way home…
