“She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn’t last forever. Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too.
The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.” ― Lauren Oliver, Panic
A poem for my first friend.
Your number is still in my phone.
Though I no longer call…
I do, however, sometimes stare at old texts.
And think about how I might reply differently.
If only, there were answers.
If only—I’d known.
Thirty-two, tomorrow. Time flies.