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.


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