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A Letter To An Old Friend

Years have passed.
Time’s been lost.
We’re adults for sure,
Very much mature

Guitars abandoned,
Tunes forgotten,
Memories lie asunder
Across paths long trodden.

Broken shoelaces
And young cheerful faces
Replaced by sophistication,
But with graying traces.

I know a different You;
You’re used to a different Me.
We’ve changed, not the same
Our friendship’s a mere memory.

We’re known strangers now,
Chaotic feelings within.
Pondering over the past,
Judging each other
For what could have been ..

Years have passed.
Time’s been lost.
We’re adults for sure,
Indeed very mature.

– Saumya Patki

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