Dear Old Friend

We were 14, bare teenagers

Newly hit puberty, doing each other favors.

You were the smart and silent kid,

I was the bold and dreamy

You were definitely better in academics

But I was the one more gleamy.

You sat in front of me, that’s how I remember you

I never thought we would take it that far

You tried getting my number as if there was nothing you wouldn’t do

But I was still to cover some of my scars.

We became friends after the big blunder you did

I bet you remember texting my mother

Would you believe she still calls you, “that smart kid”?

Trust me, she doesn’t really remember many others.

That went silent, but one fine day

I would say all I was doing was testing my luck

But you replied to my text, it was early may

My summer instantly had more flowers to pluck.

We talked and talked, like that was all we knew

Day to night, all I cared about was you

From broad daylights to the misty dews

Never had many, but you were definitely in those few.

We were innocent in the beginning

Trying to put the best foot forward

Until there was time, to your texts, I was grinning

I was a good kid then, and you were my award.

Time went by, and the innocence did too,

I swear if you say that wasn’t love you’d be lying

We used to talk of a forever, we were fools

Coz if that came true, right now I wouldn’t be dying.

Oh dear! We grew up to become different people

I accept I was not the girl you wanted me to be

Our graph started going down like a steep hill

But it took us way too long to see.

I remember you getting mad when it wasn’t you

I remember myself being jealous

Yes, I know I was a little distracted by a few

But I swear when it came to you, I was selfless.

That thing escalated so high that our unsaid love felt short

Each day brought another brick down

We both were nothing less than some wild  sport

Don’t know how we ended up in a circus dressed as clowns.

By 16, your priorities were sorted

And unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be me

It took me time to understand, I was distorted

Until I knew you set yourself free.

We still talked, but not like the golden days

The conversations were short, work and the weather

We slowly started to separate our ways

As to your hat, I was no longer the only feather.

This thing went on falling from great heights

I wasn’t ready, but I knew it was time

You were no longer the one in my sight

Losing you felt nothing less than a crime.

And this is how our story unfolds

I wanted to keep it for myself

But I read somewhere, the truth better be told

I believe this is how the word ‘lost’ spells.

And if today, you are reading these lines

I bet you know these are for you

After all this is not our first time

And I know, you know that too.