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.
Copyright © Aubree Nelson | Year Posted 2025
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