Friend loss is brutal because the world does not always know where to file it. My brother is gone and I keep catching myself standing in memories like they are doorways. There are songs I cannot tell if I am avoiding or preserving. I keep finding old screenshots and hearing your laugh before I remember. A friend died and the group chat became a museum overnight. The worst part is how many people only remember the final chapter. I still start stories in my head with your name attached. There are songs I cannot tell if I am avoiding or preserving.
For my oldest friend