Our friendship is a distant memory
Connected by a barely visible thread
Yet we hold on tight to it, not letting go
Left alone, we are lost in our own thoughts
More formal now than friendly, we barely talk
We find comfort in the company of others
But when it comes to just the two of us
The comfort and ease exists no more
We lost a lot to keep the friendship intact
As a result we flutter and hesitate
Not knowing what to say anymore
In spite of it all, our friendship goes on
We care and respect each other
Even more than we used to before
Time spent now may not be as often as we liked
I guess someday when we’re old and grey
We’ll sit by a river and talk about the good old days.
Image courtesy:- Pixabay.
For dVerse’s Open Link Night.