Friends
I miss the spirit of a sixteen year old girl, Together we would twirl & whirl. We'd tailor a hundred reasons, To meet up for changing seasons. Our round table gossips, Would drag with coffee sips. A day long meet looked so brief, We bid good byes with grief. A friend's notification on WhatsApp, Lo! A reason to be in each other's trap. Weekdays for work; weekends for home. And simply we wished a holiday in Rome. Our visits to spas & salons, A lame reason to reverse ten seasons. Do I miss the company or capture? Let's meet again and memories we'll capture.