The ring you gifted me on my birthday has lost its sparkle and gone rusty
Yet I still wear it like my greatest treasure
A habit perhaps, was it all that was to me? Or us?
Birthdays have lost their meanings
Not a single \'Happy Birthday\'
Since our friendships have lost their colours,
Birthdays have lost their joy too
People come and people go
We all understood, experienced and expected it
When we broke the graduation curse, we thought there were no more doubts
But truth be told,
It was a never-ending battle every day
Until slowly one by one all fell silent
Moving on to new people
Moving on to a different part of our lives
Seven years
We buried it and became ghosts
Once comfortable, now awkward
So we avoid it, avoid facing us