the last time we met
it was a warm summer day
we sat across a table
was it april or may
we talked about the weather
politics and politicians
drank green tea
and talked more about music and musicians
we walked around the garden
with silence our loyal companion
making sense of the mixed emotions
another long-awaited reunion
we are like the stars are we not
seem close but are miles apart
amidst the formality was there a moment
where we wished it was not the time to depart
it was probably
just my own wishful thinking
one can cry
with no tears streaming
just around the corner
another summer
if we meet again
i promise i will be braver
i will look deep into your misty eyes
and remember all that we have been through
when you say tell me
i will whisper green tea makes me blue
Photo by Alisher Sharip on Unsplash
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