By Tien Pham

Dear Julian,
How have you been? I’ve been wanting to reach out but I have been scared.
Wanting to reach out about all the memories we have shared,
While the sunlight reflects over your chestnut-colored hair.

Freely expressing our ideals and thoughts was always a wish.
I guess I’m doing that while writing this,
Whilst drowning in a spiraling abyss called reminisce.

I’ve watched from afar as we grew,
Turning into people going through their pursues.
As we both had our breakthroughs.

Even when reflecting on our memories, I feel nostalgia.
All the thoughts are left to harbor,
Leaving me with feelings I desperately wish to alter, things I need to conquer.

My confessions are left to sting
We were so interwound like a ball of string.
Leaving me wanting to relive everything.

You had a smile so great it could light up the whole room.
You’ve never shown gloom.
Why did this have to change so soon?

We are mere strangers now,
Who had a past with one another,
A history filled with summer.

Sincerely,
Tien

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Tien was born in Washington and has lived there her entire life. Surrounded by many groups of people over the years, she has observed the growth and changes of those around her.