I just wrote this on my friend’s wall: “I wish I had spent more time with you.”
My friend from high school Carolina passed away on Saturday. I wrote this poem “Star Bright” about remembering her memory, but it was also about not remembering.
But in truth
We rarely crossed paths
And I do not remember
The last time I saw you
I don’t remember the last time I saw her. Even if someone told me what/when it was, I don’t think I could really confirm that it was the last time. We interacted online – liking statuses, making comments – and while I’m glad we always stayed connected…it’s not the same, y’know?
But I remember her well and I think that’s important because even though she was so young, it says something about her impact in this world. It was positive. She was beautiful. And I am blessed to have known the brightness of her spirit while she was here with us.