written to and for any fellow wanderer, flounder-er, seeker, explorer, disciple, sinner, screw-up, and friend.







growth.

the pain only grew
with every sound that reminded me of you
left with nothing but memories
that i packed away as tight as i could.
then things got real
and it got harder,
but it passes
and faces fade in time.
the sound of your voice
and echo of your laughter
pair in harmony
with the new state of my heart.
and when your smile
shows up in my mind,
i hold it there to remember
how far i've come.

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