Let bygones be bygones.
Let all those questions that once made us cry
And turn a blind eye to what we were,
Settle into self-made answers
Of who we are now:
Two girls who seem to have changed
With the march of the seasons
Pulling us away from former cold truths
And sweeping us up with the new tide
That brings warmer weather, but also residual sand
Sticking to who we are now
As we try to make amends.
–Written by Sandy Heights