As To Remember The Old Times

Old Times and Everything In It

The moment I opened my eyes and heard people talking,
As I look upon the skies on the first day of this year,
Thoughts came running on my mind and you're one of it,
Hi, bestfriend, I miss the old times, I miss everything in it.

I have written this poem, because I know you'll like it,
And I don't even know how I'm gonna end it,
I can't stop the sadness embracing me right now,
How are you? I miss you, but, do you miss me, too?

We used to be something unbreakable before,
We used to be the twins in the eyes of other people,
With just one look from each other we already know it,
I miss the old old times, I miss everything in it.

As I write it, my sight becomes blurry,
Funny, yes, my Papa caught me crying
I'm glad he didn't ask why I am like this,
I laughed as he stares at me, and closed the door behind him.

I've been in pain the moment I knew I might lose you,
We're not sweet with each other, so I can't tell this to you,
Can't stop myself from being mad at those people
Comparing us, when they know they might build a wall between us.

We may have other companions when we're altogether,
But I do hope that someday, we'll need each other,
To talk about something only us can understand,
Like we used to before, like we used to before.

You like writing poems, you like reading stories,
I like it, too, my friend, do you know it?
Is it bad if I confess that when I realized you're so into it,
I gave up the dream of becoming a writer, molded by my auntie, a very long time ago?

I did that because I don't want us clashing, competing,
It hurts me everytime others come to us analogizing,
I know you can do something I can't,
And you also know I can do something you can't.

Will we ever be the best of friends again?
Will we ever have the chance to say everything,
Everything that crosses our minds, again?
Without others knowing, just the two of us, again.

You know I'm not as sweet as this girl who writes this poem,
But this girl wants to say she misses you so much,
The laughters and mournings you and this girl shared,
She misses the old times, she misses everything in it.

-Eureka010118

Anyway, I wrote this poem for my bestfriend.