to lose a friend
No one talks of the pain of a friendship break-up. Like a real relationship, it can explode in your face and end with venom-laced words- or it can slowly corrode, and by the end neither can point to one thing that caused it. You grew together, side by side, but time passed and yielded a different path. The space in-between grew so slowly you looked up and there was an arm's length, then an ocean. All the same, the pain is real and stark. You had shared things- sacred songs, belly laughs, hidden grief, and even your favorite pair of heels. And time passes and you heal alongside the wound of their absence but there are moments in your years that are dedicated to them. And no matter the ending, there's always only love that echoes sadness.














