Lost

I used to think we couldn’t be friends because of how much you’d changed. When we met, we were both two lost little girls who needed a lost little girl to go from being lost to found. Because it’s pretty difficult to be lost when someone tries to find you every day. I remember the night we promised we’d always find each other; Even if I burned your map or you shattered my compass. But one day I woke up and realized that I was alone. Yet saying we couldn’t be friends because you’d changed doesn’t feel right. I mean, the river never broke my trust, and it changes all the time. So maybe our friendship was meant to be temporary— A truce between the ever-changing river and the unchanging I, With the river being gentle enough to hold me until it was time to push me away. I couldn’t swim against the current forever, and one day I had to embrace the bigger pond as home. But I never stopped looking for you, And I’ve got the compass shards in my hands to prove it.