On 3rd March, 06,
3 years ago.
a call came,
......
i knew it was the end.
There was no more return.
She had passed on.
i was lost for words,
i think i was pale as sheet,
i forgot what happened in between.
then, i was at the parlour.
i heard weeping and mourning.
her mum was devastated.
her siblings tired, and tearful.
i was emotionless,
i dunno,
but i knew it was hard for her to look at us in our eyes.
why her?
i didnt know how to weep,
i couldnt cry.
i just couldnt enter the data,
that she was gone,
forever.
i dont even remember the last time i saw her.
ok, i think i do now.
i just said a casual hi,
i dont think we actually engaged in an actual conversation.
then a usual bye,
that was it?
yeah.
now, when i see you,
in your coffin,
flashbacks of what happened in class 2 years back.
we werent particularly close.
but we had tales to tell,
that we will remember if i were to ask you,
did you know u were close?
did you see it coming?
i know, cos we wont know,
and no one's too young,
too young to go,
to young to be left.
cos u weren't even 19.
i wont be seeing you,
even if eternity exist.
and i dont want all friendships to end like this.
i dont want an urn to remember you.
i dont want a photograph,
not even a memory,
because i wish i had told you that something,
that i will see you when i die.
i dunno,
but,
i am like i was, 3 years back.
the same,
emotionless and speechless,
from your lost.
rip, pal.
