An Ode to the Oldest

The walls have grown, but once they were low,
When we met but for the first time,
Did not know what to say to whom,
Lost in our worlds, trying to get into new ones.
It was then I heard of you, first day of a new start,
Mapping your face to the roll call the teacher took,
Deciding how to talk and what when I meet you,
And how everything should look.
And lo! Nothing happened as I had planned,
We talked in broken sentences,
Had coffee and dinner and just random words,
Which formed the bricks on which we stand today.
Though with you I am no longer in touch,
I hope to get back to you one day,
We’d smile and say new hellos again,
And make plans, fail and become friends.

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