Oh my dear dear friend,
where are you now?
where are our days of joy, of peace and playing?
where is your mom inviting me with a sweet smile,
serving hot-cooked meals for us
to eat?

My friend,
missing those days,
when you used to be accepting and kind and sportive
and i used to be a rebellious kid,
protecting you and you saving me from more troubles.

I remember the days of celebration of festives ,
you and me dressing up and running around,
collecting money and treats from aunties and uncles,
pranking them and sprinting,
laughing on our way back.

I miss you.
i miss the days and the fun.
i miss those silly games and that energy in us.
the nicknames,
the cycling,
the secret jokes
and us falling but running,
crying but forgetting.
And, again, i say i miss you. and i miss it all.
But where are you now?



© sabera unissa