Just a day left for us to go different ways
but we don’t talk like we usually do.
We are silent when we don’t want to be.
Sadness stretches between us
in the thought of us not living together.
There is a great yearning that we remain
close friends in the future as well.
When we want to talk to all night,
before the separation inescapable,
we just don’t have the right words to say.
Maybe, silence is our reaction to parting ways.
I wish to tell her how special a friend she is,
but I guess she knows it already.
She is the only friend with whom I have had no secrets and
I am the only friend with whom she has had no secrets too.
Even the thought of separation brings melancholy.
Together we went through our ups and down,
And together we went through our mood swings.
The four walls of our room, our only witness,
when we expressed
our frustrations,
our unexpressed words
and our unexpressed anger.
She will remain the one special friend forever.