They will meet again

It felt like the dusk of april was an adieu to their unexpected friendship.
The deepest secrets that were shared,
the unseen cries that were cried,
the helping hands that were lend,
were all expected to vanish away with the flow of time.
Thinking it as the last meet,
he stared and she looked back too,
Accepting that it was their last 'goodbye'.
That night was'nt a sweet one, neither were the dreams.
Not just he, but even she flodded her pillow.
With years,
It was a realisation that few months of bond can bind souls with connected emotions.
The hands that were once lend for sketching and painting has now turned into hands of hope.
The thing which made them apart once has united them again.
Who knew?, the same 'time' which was once their nightmare can also be their companion of real dreams.
Maybe somewhere on earth,
History will reapeat one more time.
They will meet again and maybe 'again and again'.
-Tushita