Sitting in its dusty bag
Quietly
Longing to be played

A melancholic instrument
Carrying memories
Of better times

And the small
Pang
Of pain
And longing
Always pulls on my heart strings
Whenever I
Take it out
Of that dusty bag
Look at it, and
Play it

Its warm sound
Filling my ears
The comforting
Vibrations
Running through the instrument
Reminds me all too much
Of those times
Those happier times
Years ago
When everything
Was fine

I place the guitar
Back in it's dusty bag
And once again
That door
Leading back to those memories
Shuts with a bang.

Finally
I've regained
Some strength
It's just a little
But it's enough

I've got to thank you
For inspiring me
To count my blessings
And now, here I shall

A group of seven

One 
The one who's always there
To lend strength
And lead others
Through turbulent 
Times

Two
The best friend I could
Ever
Ask for
Always being by my side
No matter what
How far
How long
No words 
Can ever
Fully express what I'd have
To say to you

Three
The most hilarious one
You brighten up
Anyone's day
With your silly jokes
And never ending
Laughter

Four
A reliable friend
Mature and understanding
You're always there
Ready to step in
And help
Or just
Be drunk

Five
Thankyou
For always trying your best
For always being your best
Despite the pressure
And everything else
In this period of friendship
I have only one word to describe you
Awesome

Six
You and your 
Hilarious 
Ridiculous
Amusing 
Antics
Wherever you go
The first thing in the morning
Or the last thing in the afternoon

Seven
Our friendship
Is one
I value
A lot
It's one of the 
Longest
Oldest
And meaningful ones
This friendship
Through the sun and rain
Is still sustained
Till now
And I'm so glad
It did
For I saw many other
Attempts?
Crumble and fall

So thank you
All of you
For being part of
My life