Hey Friend - MARS

Friendship may mean a lot.

To some, it is platinum memories

And to some other, mere dawdle.

It is not one feeling but many.

A bond sewn in love, respect and friendship.

Joy follows your presence, dear friend.

'How' didn't matter. Why?

I wanted to know the latter.

Like a dusty moon in the attic.

Reminiscence strikes again.

With pain, I remember our glory days

For everytime, it followed.

It feels like a decade.

Only the jubilance stays;

The way we used to speak, forgotten.

You have embarked on greater adventures.

Though we may forget the food we eat,

That is what keeps us alive.

An old well-wisher of mine

Remember me.

To, my soulfriend.