My mother always
told me, we wouldn't
be friends forever.
(i told her that
she's wrong.
but i knew she wasn't.)
she told me to save
the moments, while they're
still here. take as many photos
as you can. because one day
the photos
and memories are all
you'll have left,
she said.
one day, nostalgia
will hit me, like a
ton of bricks
and i'll wish things
back to the way
they were when we were
thirteen.
goodbyes are always sad
but sadder still
is a goodbye
left unsaid.
