Same, same, but different

In the past few days I have been sucker punched in the gut with the past.

So much has changed,
I have changed.

So much has stayed the same,
so much I would love to have changed.

So much I need to have stayed the same,
has changed.

But there is us,
sisters,
best friends,
both changed,
but still the same.

Same, same, but different.

There is the sound of our voices,
our laughter,
our tears,
ringing out in the night.