We go back a long way, the two of us.
Our connection goes as back as my memory takes me;
It has stood the test of time immortal.
You taught me, then, to float paper boats
You teach me, now, to take refuge from burden called life.
I follow you to the core out and out,
For even now, amidst all the routinely hustle,
I sit by you sipping on a smoking hot coffee.
I lose myself in reminiscing memories of our past encounters
Each encounter so vivid and fresh as if it was just yesterday.
Start of new school year, new friends, fresh beginnings.
Your healing prowess is like none other,
You wash away unforgetful regrets and daunting failures.
Selfishly, I keep devouring from you, all the strength and wisdom
Yet you don’t account for these kindness, not even a penny.
Likes of you never was, never will be.
So pure, so sincere, so Godly.
Easy as it is to lose in you, I need to get back to my hustle.
I shall be back, again with my simmering coffee.
Until then, I bid adieu.