I’ve had my heart broken from so many friendships. Female friendships have proven to be one of the most difficult things to navigate in my life. It’s probably because I love too hard. But I also have boundaries. And both those things have shattered my friendships. Some growing apart for a time and bungeeing back. Some over as quickly as they started. Some mutually ending and a decade later discussing who we were then and who we are now and genuinely wishing each other the best. Those give me hope and help me feel like it’s not just me. But it’s hard to feel like it’s not me when so many friendships have not stood the test of time. I try to look back on my lost friendships fondly. What we had at one time was beautiful. Even though there’s not a happy ending that doesn’t mean what we had wasn’t real and genuine at the time. Friends for a season, as they say.
This is a poem to some of the women I have lost over the years. An ode to them. A bit of gratitude for what they brought to my life even though our paths together were cut short.




