I don’t know how,
I don’t know when,
You went on to become,
Such a wonderful friend.
It seems like till yesterday,
You were just another face in the crowd,
Someone I didn’t really care about.
And then there is today,
A long long way away from yesterday,
Where caring for you comes from within,
Where for your happiness I pray.
Nobody could have guessed,
Nobody could have thought,
We would become the way we are,
Friendship in each other we could sought.
A reality where your name didn’t even exist,
Till a little time ago,
Has gone on to become a reality,
Where a day without talking to you makes the day go slow.
You knowing the real me,
Me knowing the real you,
Speaks volumes about,
Our friendship so true.
I don’t know from where,
This sort of comfort kicked in,
Talking to you used to make me feel happy,
But alas, it’s all gone!
The endless talks,
The words that we thought,
Will never dry up, did,
Leaving me a little distraught.
The comfort that existed,
The words that there were plenty,
A cup full of things to talk about,
But now the cup seems to be empty.
Every time I talk to you,
I try to feel the way I used to,
But every time it feels a little different,
For maybe it’s all gone.
Maybe priorities gave way,
To our friendship,
Maybe whatever is left wouldn’t last long either,
For we have loosened our grip.
Maybe the way I am feeling,
Maybe whatever I am writing,
Is just something temporary that’s troubling me inside,
But writing about it is surely taking a load off my mind.
Whatever might happen,
Or rather whatever already has,
Doesn’t change the way I care for you,
For that’s the reality I choose to be true.
You and I might go on to become,
From people who know each other,
To people who once knew each other,
But the journey from not knowing you at all,
To knowing all about you,
Is a journey that I will always cherish.
Realities might change,
Priorities might give way to things,
But the memories that I have,
A smile on my face they will always bring.
In the hope that all of this,
Is nothing but a temporary thought in my mind,
In the hope that we both wouldn’t end up,
On each other’s list of people who were left behind,
I am off to the memory lane,
Pressing the stop, play and rewind.