The Other Friend

Is it really important now?

"Yes". Then how?

"Don't you know"

A sincere no.

"Take a step back in past

But make it fast".

He is my good friend

And he did wrong. "And"

And, he cheated me, I suppose

And I think he knows

We started together hand-in-hand

And I thought he is my good friend.

With every moment his grasp became tighter,

And I levitated, feeling lighter.

We stayed, we made, we played

Our day together, lied

Sometimes I, but still

Understand he will.

Despite his cold fingers

There was cold that lingered.

Not around me but him.

And now the time came slim.

His grasp was loosened

Because he was chosen

By some other friend

And he left me at once, And...

He never looked back

What is it that I lack?

The others hand must be cozy

Maybe I am very clumsy.

Maybe I am not good

And the other could (be).

"So where is he now?

Don't you know how (he is)?

Beyond the past, beyond this earth

Beyond this life, hard to unearth

He is inside my memory, inside my mind

But still hard to find.

(Love you, my friend)