poem
RUTH
Wednesday, September 09, 2015
We were classmates in college,
but we never had a bridge.
You knew my name, and I knew yours too,
but there was no deep friendship between me and you.
You didn’t continue in the first year,
you came to school just to wave your hands in the air.
And I really don’t know why I was on that stair,
together with your close friends, I said, “Bye, oh dear.”
Almost two years passed when you came back,
we began to hang out, and the feelings weren’t intact.
As days went by, I felt comfortable—
being with you wasn’t bad at all.
Spending weekends and late-night texting,
I guess that became our way of bonding.
The closeness I didn’t expect
was very new and yet fulfilling.
The third year of friendship wasn’t easy,
we fought, but thankfully it wasn’t daily.
Patience and love were the only key
to keeping our friendship lasting and happy.
♥♥♥jhaz♥♥♥
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