Highschool Throwback

We were so happy as we said our goodbyes
Happier than we’d been in quite a long time,
Promised to meet again in the corporate world.
Little did we know that for some,
it was the last time we’d ever set our eyes on
each other.
So much happened that day, but I never once paused
to consider the damage it’d cause, until much later
when I realised the major significance of that day.
It was too late to turn back.
Is there something like fate? If yes,
What does it really want?
Make me meet people that I’ll possibly never see again?
Experience things I’ll never feel again?
What’s its aim?
In a span of 4 years, I met new people, whom I spent a major
phase of my life with.
Some we got along well, some we kept brushing shoulders.
Some I wasn’t aware of their existence.
It’s the year 2020, 3 years and counting and
things have changed. Am close to people I didn’t get along with,
closer to some I never talked to.
Some I used to be so close with,
are now strangers
And some, I dunno what happened,
or where they are now. I just hope they’re fine.

I don’t know if to blame fate

for not crossing our paths again,

for taking us in different paths,

for not giving us a chance to see

where what we had could have led.

I miss all those who made an impact in my life.

Most importantly, I miss my highschool friends.

All those I shared life with,

they are some of the best people I could ever meet.

I don’t know where to be grateful

for what fate gave me, even for a short time,

or curse it for what it robbed me.

Made me meet some of the best people in life,

then took them away

before I could see what their full capacity for love was.

I hope they’re happier now,

doing better and more at peace than they were then.

Am hoping life is treating them

kindly, softer.

Back then I was happier

It was easier. Better. Now everything is different.

I sit in silence trying not to cry my heart out

over everything. I miss them so much it hurts.

I will myself to forget all these memories

It’s in the past, I say. But it hurts more

to try and forget than to let yourself cry. Now I understand what they say

about nostalgia, that

whether you are thinking about something good or bad,

It always leaves you feeling a little emptier afterwards…

~Dark_poet 413/Soulless_soul