I bade farewell to the shirt

that had memories imprinted

with words written by “friends”

who once constituted my universe

In playgrounds, foyers, and storerooms

we made timeless melodies for our sisterhood

but then, I lost my instrument.

 

I often sit in silence, reminiscing the old days

when we had the time of our lives

We breathe the same air and busk

under the same sun

But with every passing year,

My universe is narrowing from 5 to none

 

I still hear about them, how they are doing

and I wish them well

for the dreams, they are pursuing

 

This friendship day,

I write this ode to the lost connections

Probably, our journey was finite

But one day, if I ever cross path with them,

I will stop myself to start again

On a right note.

– A.