Ashutosh's Musings

I think of you more often than not, What do I do?  I can't control even a thought. I fight it all by myself and try my best to hide, how could it even be possible? When I have no one to confide.  You have gone for good I know, Else I would be crippling more though. But I still feel your void,  knowing that will never be filled, so I avoid, reminiscing the old days, the talks, and our friendship. Friendship, unmatched and uncanny, that it wasn't real said many.  When each time we took turns to be there for other, And none of the problems that we didn't face together. Of course, I will move on in life, and aim for sky, But that 'I will forget everything' will always be a lie. A.

He still remembers the people; who stopped talking, people; who are so far away, who were very close to him until yesterday, people; who might never want him again, yet he yearns for the old friendships to remain. He wants to forget, forgive and bury the hatchet, Just to have a chance so he can catch it. He has convinced himself not to confront, not ask why they stopped talking? Cause all he wants is old conversations to remain. A.