Were we seven?
Maybe it was later
We could have been ten.
But it feels too late.
Seventeen is the age,
When we went our separate ways.
Been months now, since we met.
But you don't seem too far,
Always in the periphery
Swimming in and out of my mind.
You are mentioned -
In my words maybe,
In my thoughts definitely.
Somethings I do,
I did with you.
The long phone calls.
What did we even talk?
Started with food,
Ended with social issues.
Time was a boundary
We ignored completely.
We were barely friends one day
And the next we were inseparable.
"Who is the special one?"
Asked everyone.
It's just you,
It's just plain old you.
The one who makes me laugh so hard
I start to tear up.
The same one I love to annoy,
The same one I can confidently confide in,
And who confides in me.
Sometimes I laugh
Only to realise no one else knows the joke.
It is truly in these moments
When I realise -
Distance really does affect us.
We make jokes that aren't funny,
Yet the other would laugh until one day
The same jokes are nothing but memories.
And memories, nothing but mean jokes fate plays.
But you aren't too far.
You never were,
You never will be.
I know you are there for me,
For when I need you.
Just like you should know I'll be there for you.
You'll be a part of me,
A part I'll never forget,
A part I won't ever let go,
A part so crucial
You made me, me.
Maybe we won't be who were before,
Maybe we will never be the same,
But surely we will always be us.
And I hope,
Cause I can only hope,
For no change,
For no change in
Us.
YOU ARE READING
Us
PoetryThis is a poem dedicated to all the people who were once a huge part of my life. They may all not be in the same place as me. We may not all meet everyday. But this, I hope, will convey to them that they aren't too far from me. That they are - in th...