📝 To the Friends I Lost

I still think of you sometimes.
Not with anger - not anymore.
Just with a soft kind of sadness.

We laughed together. We trusted each other.
And then, slowly… we didn’t.

Maybe I changed.
Maybe you did.
Maybe neither of us knew how to say what we needed.
Or what hurt.

I don’t regret caring.
Even if I was left feeling unseen.
Even if I stayed longer than I should have.

I just wish you had stayed long enough to say goodbye.

Wherever you are now
I hope you’re okay.
I hope you’re healing.
And I hope you know,
you mattered.

Even if it ended quietly,
you were never nothing to me.