A Friend Less

On a summer afternoon,

While I was waiting

For my lectures, I saw you entering

The gate, in white

You looked angelic, you looked bright.

 

You walked past me

I was staring at you, but you did not notice;

 I looked away disheartened,

Your thoughts playing with my mind.

A sudden sweet “hello”

Brought me to my senses;

I looked behind.

 

You soon became my bestie

And now I was no longer alone.

We sung, we hung,

We swayed together, we played.

We had our fights,

We had differences at times.

We were separated, only by distance

Of only miles.

 

You were always there to cheer me up on a dull day;

And I loved to hear your voice

That sounded like the cluttering of hard clay.

 

Clay it was, afterall,

Now it lays scattered;

I chose my priorities, that is true

But your dreams were big too

In which I never featured.

In figuring out whose fault it was

The Maker’s or the Keeper’s?

I have grown old and feeble.

It is now that I realize

That our egos should not have mattered.

 

Once again on this summer afternoon

As I wait on my pyre,

I wish to see you at the gate

Piercing the crowd, angel-like in white

Walking toward me

To say Good-Bye.