I don't know where are my childhood friends now chasing after their dreams,
I don't know if they feel nostalgic at times
Mesmerizing old fun days,
Everything mischevious that togetherness
They are rarely in contact
May be so many lives are upgraded
I don't know If they still remember us sometimes,
Old songs,dance,hide and seek
How the road was full of noise and now emptiness
I can still dial my friend's landline number,
turn slam books those handwritten letters
I try to find our old pictures,hard to find
and memories which we created,hard to erase.
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Thoughts
RandomUncontrollable thoughts pouring into poetry.A little bit of hope.Journey on the process of healing.