How do we define a forest without trees,
Or a garden
Filled with flowers without some petals?
If I were to write a memoir of my school days,
You would be standing at the centre like a tower.
So tall a tower is the height of your dearness to me.
Dear friend,
My memories of you are like wounds.
But on the contrary, these deep wounds give me joy.
The wounds of a true friendship that didn't end with a betrayal.
I'm a building that perfectly stores its erection bamboo and planks
Which held and moulded it during its construction,
And intentionally leaves scars from construction for the world to see.
Dear John,
To you, I would have loved to sing a birthday song,
But I haven't rehearsed enough the tune and lyrics
I would have loved it if this was a lyric,
But too lost are its verses to have a rhyming scheme.
Happy Birthday, Unique TJJ.
I'm wishing you a sweeter year and blessings like never before🥂🎂🥂
