POETRY ON MEDIUM

Dear Friend

Dear friend, it’s been so long yet I remember you like the northern star. Your smile and your blaze, I met them last night in my dream. A decade has passed way too fast and I can’t believe I once gloomed over parting with you for a class. You might look older now, and so do I, isn’t it a relief, that we still hold onto each other like the cosmos of the sky. I know we both moved on no longer share walks to the outhouse or giggle at our silly essays. You might have cried the night I don’t know of and I wailed my eyes that you never saw but here I am and there you are, greeting birthdays with yellow hearts. I hope that when this tunnel ends, we had met a hundred times, as thoughts, memories, or lucid dreams grown along the marsh of life So I am not an alien to you and you are no outlander at flesh. Maybe now, the memories of you feels more familiar to me than your voice itself but I know it as carved stone, all the height I gained on those school corridors, the stories I wrote on lunch breaks, you were there and left me a pretty castle of our eidetic days.