My primary school best friend’s dad died,
It doesn’t feel like enough to have just cried.
We once thought these were the moments (the ones we’d always feared).
That we’d be facing alongside one another; through all life’s years.
It moves..
Fast and slow,
And you look back,
And move forward..
And lose track,
Of where the time goes.
I don’t remember why but there was a moment we never spoke again,
And I don’t know who she became in the end.
We went through so much together in only a few years.
We shared laughter and joy, and many tears.
I still remember all of the good times we spent,
Even if growing apart (for us) - was what growing up meant.
I hope she feels the love I’m sending her way,
It kills me not to reach out on such a dark day.
Although we haven’t spoken in a decade or so.
I wish somehow, she could know..
I love her and I care,
And I wish I could’ve been there.
love,
liz x