Now regretting the loose ends on my part, I didn’t mean to be a passing phase if I was.
I don’t remember when I stopped believing in best friends,
When was the last time I thought of companions forever.
The bonds wither away; either you get used to their absence,
Or the constant fragments of halfhearted presence in the background.
I used to think that I was lucky enough to choose a second family; but was that the case in reality?
Because all I’ve learnt are the nuances of time and changing priorities, dissipating like they were meant to be.
Am I even worthy enough to blame anyone though? It might partly be my fault that our past is no longer a part of the present.
Is that how it was supposed to be? For me to remain a page in your storybook, as you design chapters that lie ahead.
Now regretting the loose ends on my part, I didn’t mean to be a passing phase if I was,
Has it gone back to how it all started? Are we just strangers floating in the same universe again?
Maybe I should accept the fact that we were all changing phases in each other’s lives.
Meant to diffuse in a soothing way, spreading light into passing souls and vanishing like we had never met before.
Author: Alisha Jamshed Syed