Story of Sathya


Where do the good times disappear,
When they have come and gone…
Replaced with new friends, not by choice,
But cause something went wrong?

My new friends may bring with them,
Some words that make me smile,
Still I feel melancholy,
For what was once our style.

I think about times passage,
About a promise gone,
Are friendships not forever?
Meant not to last for long?

At end of each new day now,
Without a word from you…
I try to cover up the hurt,
Pretend that I’m not blue.

I try to go on with my life,
Accept you’re not a part,
But sad eyes are the mirror of,
The ache that fills my heart.

The Solitary Writer
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