Hearts' Mending (3)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
It hasn't been so easy, shifting from
Our college days, our ev'ry hour together,
And sharing all our thoughts; to then become
A lone alumnus, sister without brother
Like Wordsworth, stranded in a city German,
I was adrift, in hostile land, alone.
Beset by doubts and worries, storms and vermin,
I soothed my mind with thoughts of our old home.
We made so many mem'ries in those days--
Made movies, skipped our classes, fought pun wars,
And talked for hours. But there's no gold that stays--
The joys of youth gave way to grown-up chores.
So bittersweet, my feelings at that instant:
The closest friends I loved became so distant!
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There's no one else who's helped me know my self,
My heart, without dissembling or disguise.
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