#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit

The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Back on the days.

As we grew up together,
holding hands and walked further,
We strive with thirst,
fighting our unknown battles.

We grew older by then,
and I haven't seen you since when?
Remembering the bracelets we bought,
with the name of yours and I,
vowing to never fought.

© Seohye