It hits you, it hits you hard
It’s over
This time is up,
and we part our ways
flashes pass by
of laughter
of banter
of long walks
and philosophy talks
of love
and longing
of midnight breakfasts
and late night chats
of exhausting days
of sleepless nights
of forgotten dreams
now broken
but once shared
of kinship
and camaraderie
There will be
Other people
Other places
Other times
But this time is gone
and people leave
only the memories
like a jaded picture,
weather and remain
Suma Mandalapu 