Like strangers,
Who knew each other too well.
Feeling claustrophobic, in the open park
He finally let go,
Letting the silence tear his heart apart.
He looked back, after they bid goodbye
polite and curt,
This wasn't meant to end. Not like this, anyway.
****
It had been just five years. No. It had been five fucking years. And it felt like they had met each other for the first time.
****
'So, you will call me, right? I don't have money to call you in London', he chuckled.
'No, I won't, fucker' .... he rolled his eyes, snatching the cigarette from his hands, and laughing madly. 'Stop talking like a kid, it's just London'.
'I am gonna miss you man'
'Abbe saale, internet hai na'....
****
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