Drifting

The currents that drag me

Have left you untouched.

Friend, I feel remote, forgotten.

Where are the things, those cues

That we shared, standing our ground,

Apart from the rest of the jerks?

Meeting you, today, is not the same,

The fossil of our bond remains

But the soft tissue eroded.

I did not wish it to be the same,

Truly, I regret our parting greatly.

You, who has taught me so much,

Are gone, even though you remain.

Even though the airport meet,

Even though the keep in touches.

But, somehow I see:

A distant time to come,

Where the core of our acquaintance

Stripped of our departure,

Will show itself anew.