Living in my head are the memories
of a blue eyed girl in a blue house.
These memories that grow
further and further from who I am
still carry on the first loss
of the best friend I ever had.
Almost twenty years have passed,
and I'm still not sure
that I've ever experienced
grief as deeply as I did that day.
Anytime I think of it,
it eats away at me
because the experience to follow,
while it was also
a blue eyed girl
in a blue house
was a devastating blow.
The memory of that failed friendship,
it's the biggest disappointment
that has me running
further and further from who I use to be
and growing more and more
into who I am today,
because you never forget.