Forget-me-nots

Remember our little dreams

stainless, free and untamed.

 

You and I,

we go a long way back;

to school and childhood.

 

Right here,

where our space once was

and forget-me-nots grew

 

Then, we swore & crossed our hearts..

we were each other's best friend.

 

Who knew time would change so many things-

life, people, things, destiny.

 

and our juvenile dreams were gone.

(even the pressed forget-me-nots between pages)

 

Afterwards,

we lead lives of our own.

 

only soft corners remain.

for her, a friend, who was also like a sister.

and with whom, all childhood memories play!






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Last updated January 15, 2013