Friends for Life

It was nothing at first, just a mere normal goodbye. Everyone was just under the impression that it was like any goodbye we have, we wave and we met again. Soon. But that goodbye was just not any goodbye, it was for a long long time. Perhaps the longest parting we have known. The next morning after you had left, I woke up and looked through the white grills of my house, and I saw the trees in front of your porch. I know that you had left, for a long time until you will return. I gave you my best wishes the other night, I remembered, fighting the urge to give you a hug. Fighting the tears I don't want you to see back to my eyes. I know that from that day onwards, I would not see you around, and the house of yours will stay, empty of your presence, but of all the memories we had. They stay. The road we walked to school as classmates. The laughter that once rang through the silent alleys at night, as we drink to our futures. The promises we had for each and another. I took the path we once walked together so familiar. Cliche, but flashes of memories, they play on a reel of film, movie-like. They ran on my head. I stood in silence, knowing that solitude is mine. Emotions seeped in drop by drop, I cannot allow my tears to keep, as they flow in silence. Oxymoron to my heart that wildly wails in absence of you.



I miss you.