To Those Who Used to be My Friends
Been a while since I was here, this wasn’t really triggered, but my writing style has changed a lot and so has the topic that have burdened my mind of late. I know you’re not asking, but I’ve been okay, getting by each day as I can, making the most of what I have, better than I deserve, but far from what I imagined, grateful because I found my way back to the path to where I intend to be, taking the journey for what it is and all it can give me. But as each day passes, with the sound of certain songs, I remember a random name I’ve not had to say in years, and for some, I try to not say again if I have my way, then I meet new people and they say their names and they remind me of some of you and all that led me here. How far back does it take me? Aunty Ayaba whom I loved with all my heart and was my literal first crush, she raised me and was my second mom, I came by a video of you and I laughing a week ago and I cried knowing I won’t ever see your face again, I listened to the last...