Sometimes

Sometimes when I am alone,
I sit.
And
Think.

I think about all the people I used to know.

I ask myself.
"Do they miss me?"
 And I come to the conclusion of..
 "No.
No. They don't."

We would sit in the silence,
Just us three.

I always wanted something.
A place to belong.
Someone  who would understand,
Even when I was wrong.