Lost Friendship

Lost  Friendship short poem

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Alone, sitting on an old recliner
Watching the lonely road,
That led to my home.
Drizzling rain and silent nature
added to my Seclusion
As my thoughts faded to memoirs,
I was thinking about You

Decades have passed, since we met
But our first meeting still fresh in mind
Frames passed at back of my mind,
From the stints when you made me laugh and cry
The moments you consoled me
To the times we squabbled and patched up
The times you patiently listened
to the maddest of my dreams
And to the day you walked out of my world;
without a look , nor a word;
The days I spend in solitude,
And the pain, which never left me;
Got condensed with time.

But life moved on, changing my primacies
And with pain, I used to reminisce you
Every time I needed a friend.
But You were not there, nor anyone else
Even in these last days of my life
I still believe, You are my Best Friend
As I knew I can never be a friend to any
In the same way I were to you.

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So sad but alas very common these days, as the last chapters come to us when we are so alone, all we have left is memories. I read your poem and in defiance of time I vowed to make a happy last chapter the old story of a happy ending.


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