The End of Our Friendship

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