We talk.
We come to smile…laugh,
And enjoy the company;
We come to agree,
And let our thoughts match…
And even fight for our trifles.
We treat our days
months and years hence
and assume they are always there with us.
Yet one day we part –
vanish away from sight,
Leaving behind
the unfinished pages of memory.
And then we realize
How much we miss them.
Then we come to know
What friends really mean to us.
(composed: 23rd December 1993)
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