Photograph

Time passes by,

In beautiful fields of mind, we use to roam.

Does he really remember me like that?

Bound by laughter, we built a sacred home.

Exploring mysteries of life untold,

In the arms of memories, I cradled my sorrow.

Our spirits were inseparable,

I still want some moments to borrow.

But as the seasons passed, our paths diverged,

Like fallen leaves, we drifted far apart.

The whispers of time, a cruel chant,

Slowly erasing the memories in my heart.

No longer do we share those midnight talks,

Nor the warmth of friendship that once did glow.

Our lives now carried on separate orbits,

Like ships like vagabond, with no destination to know.

I gaze upon his old photographs, tears fall by,

Each image a chapter that time has sealed.

Where did we lose the light that guided us?

In the abyss of silence, emotions filled.

Farewell, dear friend, in this pensive rhyme,

May you be blessed by a good life at every fold.

Though we've grown apart, I'll cherish our past,

A nostalgic reminder of a love grown cold.

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