There was a time
when those calls
were bothersome;
a time, when those talks
into the night
were like a disturbance.
Albeit, those times
were the best.
Filled with banters,
squibbles, and laughters.
Those times were the sweetest
of the times we spent.
But now, everything is all quiet,
like a still night
without the sound of crickets.
And now, I can't help but pine
for those times,
as I keep mulling in my head,
"I crave that disturbance".
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
There was a time
when those calls
were bothersome;
a time, when those talks
into the night
were like a disturbance.
Albeit, those times
were the best.
Filled with banters,
squibbles, and laughters.
Those times were the sweetest
of the times we spent.
But now, everything is all quiet,
like a still night
without the sound of crickets.
And now, I can't help but pine
for those times,
as I keep mulling in my head,
"I crave that disturbance".
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