~ 3 am ~

There was a time when we used to talk,
When we used to laugh and we used to walk;
We would open up like never before,
There was a time, but now it’s no more.

Started all by pure chance, on a February day,
(“that’s quite a coincidence!”, I heard someone say);
The top of a mountain fit all in two hands,
It was all so spontaneous, no games and no plans.

A walk up some stairs, from the roof we'd see lights,
You gave me the gift of some wonderful sights;
Then I’d meet you outside, and underground too,
(Where unexpected was one, even more it was two).

We’d stay up for hours, we’d type on and on,
At times it so happened we’d stay up till dawn;
We’d share many details of our private lives,
So trusting each other that we’d tell no lies.

We’d share in our passions, and our beliefs,
Of each other’s time we would be the thieves;
I’d listen to you speak of airplanes and cars,
(Your expertise stretches from here up to Mars!)

We’d talk of perfumes, shoes, dresses, and jeans,
You’d even explain what a fashion term means;
You would ask me questions ‘bout my favorite food,
We’d write crazy fiction if we were in the mood.

You showed me the path to the shutterbug life,
You laughed at me, “Hey! Come to school with a knife?”
Shared music and videos, “Top Gear” and its fun,
Our chats never skipped the chance of a pun.

And from across the world, come whatever may,
We’d make it a point to talk every day;
I’d post pics of the things I would see, eat and do,
So that you would feel you somehow were there too.

By the way I would type you knew if I had to vent,
(a shoulder to cry on, that’s a gift heaven sent);
I’d feel if you suffered, I cannot explain
The reason why I could sense all of your pain.

And when for a long time either was gone,
The other would text or call on the phone;
Watch out for each other, make sure we’re all right,
Something like this, there’s no way you can buy.

The pleasure to talk, and even to share,
It isn’t that hard if the willingness’s there
To listen and care with a wide-open heart,
A beautiful friendship in which to take part.

There was something else (well, how can we lie?)
We would joke about it, and as time went by
More and more people (delicately) pried;
With a blush and a smile, we firmly denied.

On only a few days we didn’t communicate,
When I was on a plane, or you drove state through state;
Now we chat every day, although we don’t really talk,
We barely hang out, and now never walk.

Been away two long months, no chance we could meet,
So I’d hug you while standing on the tip of my feet;
You’d bend over – you’re tall, and stretch up to the sky,
Or you’d pick me up, it felt like I could fly.

You know, it is sad, for I sincerely miss
The sweet, fun, daily dose of pure, simple bliss;
I wish things went back to the way t’was before.
That lovely time, why is it no more?