Years passed.

“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.

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