BFFs Angie and Kristan blog about anything, everything, and sometimes even nothing.

Message in a bottle


Sifting through the past
I stumble upon your words.
It’s nice to hear your voice again
even if it’s only in my head.

I can’t help myself from wondering
how you’re doing, and what you’re like now.
But every time the question arises
I resign myself to never knowing the answer.

With each passing day
our time together becomes more story than memory.
I always knew this is how it would be
but it’s sad in a way that doesn’t make me cry.

Category: Personal


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