A year and a half

In a year and a half, everything has changed,

such changes could not be explained,

I couldn't believe what had happened in a year and a half.

 

The friends I knew who could waste a fair amount of time,

couldn't go and meet me because they couldn't waste a single dime,

maybe they lost interest after a year and a half.

 

The friends who were willing to meet me,

had an 11 pm curfew and had to flee,

midnight talks aren't possible anymore after a year and a half.

 

The talks we have turned into distant conversations,

maybe because we aren't experiencing the same situations,

We have long pauses now after a year and a half.

 

They talk about other people I’ve never met,

Casting me under their silhouette,

I couldn't believe I have nothing to talk about after a year and a half.

 

Then we see the same spot we used to sit,

the same spot where we talked about a lot of shit,

I can’t believe we’re sitting here again after a year and a half.

 

We talk about old memories I almost forgot,

like how I couldn't meet you guys on the dot,

I can’t believe we’re talking about this after a year and a half.

 

We talk about our feelings as if everything’s the same,

we also talk about the future and the goals we aim,

We can still talk about the past, present, future after a year and a half.

 

the sun already set and the sky almost turned midnight black,

you guys asked, “when will we meet again, when will you come back?”

“I’ll be back again after a year and a half.”

 

We all waved goodbye and said we’ll keep in touch,

I know we might be busy and we don’t have time as such,

yet I know one message would suffice even after a year and a half.

 

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