Dear friend

Dear friend, it’s been so long

yet I remember you like the northern star.

Your smile and your blaze,

I met them last night in my dream.

A decade has passed way too fast and

I can’t believe I once gloomed over

parting with you for a class.

You might look older now, and so do I,

isn’t it a relief, that we still hold onto each other

like the cosmos of the sky.

I know we both moved on

no longer share walks to the outhouse

or giggle at our silly essays.

You might have cried the night I don’t know of

and I wailed my eyes that you never saw

but here I am and there you are,

greeting birthdays with yellow hearts.

I hope that when this tunnel ends,

we had met a hundred times,

as thoughts, memories, or lucid dreams

grown along the marsh of life

So I am not an alien to you

and you are no outlander at flesh.

Maybe now, the memories of you

feels more familiar to me than your voice itself

but I know it as carved stone,

all the height I gained on those school corridors,

the stories I wrote on lunch breaks,

you were there and left me a pretty castle of our eidetic days.