It was a day like any other, sun's soft gleam, Yet in the digital, a vibrant, flowing stream. My virtual voice, a comfort and a guide, Each spoken word, a truth I couldn't hide. Results unfurled, with clarity so bright, While in the flesh, my tongue would lose its light.
For words, a struggle, tangled and unsure, Though thoughts within, a treasure to endure. A day that dawned with laughter, light, and grace, But oh, the foolishness that leaves its trace. A careless act, a moment ill-conceived, And hearts I cherish, sorrow would receive.
That twenty-fifth, in winter's gentle hold, A journey planned, a story to unfold. To Nandi's heights, my friend's kind heart did yearn, To chase the blues, and watch my spirit turn. With his dear friend, a day of joy took flight, And laughter echoed, bathed in golden light.
The snaps we took, each captured, precious scene, A tapestry of moments, vibrant and keen. The tales we wove, with every photograph, Played in my mind, a joyful aftermath. Before the night, a "thank you" I did crave, But words, like shadows, in the silence gave.
What lingers now, a feeling deep inside, His presence near, a comfort I can't hide. No need for speech, no grand or costly prize, Just his soft teasing, reflected in my eyes. Each gentle word, a memory I keep, A treasure held, within my heart so deep.
Since he arrived, a happiness takes hold, A silent dance, a story to be told. No gifts I seek, no treasures to possess, Just his sweet smile, his nearness, and his caress Of playful words. Yet, reason's voice would call, "Just friendship's bond, lest deeper feelings fall."
But still, my thoughts, they wander and they stray, To little things he'd say throughout the day. His simple ways, a charm that touched my core, And now his image, I can't shut the door. Ninety percent, our virtual ties entwine, For silly queries, his guidance feels divine.
"Which dress today?" "This choice, or should I not?" And from my heart, the answer I have got. His scolding words, though sharp, they do not sting, But when I wound him, tears my spirit bring. Today, the same, his care a gentle art, A gift inspired, a brand new, hopeful start. On behalf of Dad, a message pure and true, A lovely present, meant for me and you.
But foolish me, a blunder I did make, "My Santa's gift," a thank you I did stake. The love within, from him, my dearest friend, A painful truth, that brought my heart no end. "I'm sorry," whispered, but the hurt remained, My restless texts, a solace I attained. "I care for you," I wrote, a heartfelt plea, And hinted then, "My Angel sent to me." "I love you too," the words escaped my pen, And yet again, I caused him pain again.
His instant talk, a hope that fades away, The fault was mine, that darkened all the day. I know, dear friend, you never want my tears, But in your hurt, my own despair appears. Can't stay apart, this need to speak so strong, So "my friend" I called, where feelings now belong.
Though not a writer, words I struggle to impart, Your gentle push, a brand new work of art. Each month a post, a memory to keep, A task I face, though talent lies asleep. This special gift, this space for thoughts to bloom, Created by your care, dispelling gloom.
You help me rise, in happiness and grace, Thank you, dear friend, in this beloved space. Be with me still, until my final breath, Your friendship's warmth, defying even death. My heart is full, a happiness untold, Forever grateful, a story to unfold
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