I had a dream
That when I'll think of my days there
My memory will betray me.
But if I have faith, that's very unlikely.
I'll remember the voices.
And the faces.
I might even remember the names.
And the days
Under the trees, on the ground
Sitting near the foot stall.
But will you do?
I will try to search.
But will you do?
Even if we meet,
Will you know me?
Or will I be a nobody to you?
Will I be the only one reminding you
Of all we did in vain?
Because somebody me,
School friends don't matter.
You lose them one day or the other.
But if only they knew
Friends isn't an easy word for me.
That I still remember my playschool bestie,
And few friends from kindergarden.
And even the name of the girl I talked to
Only once the entire semester.
That maybe one of the many reasons
That I have only a few friends is
That they don't leave my memory.
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