#TogetherApart

SERINA LEWIS

ON MY WALL

Those teenage years below mango trees

there was always something fun to share

while warm and gentle was the breeze

where are those days when we had no care?

For many an hour, secret dreams we told

whether it was morning noon or night

giggles and blushes were never controlled

sharing love letters in the fading light.

As years went by and each went our own way

neither seeing nor hearing from each other

till decades later that fortunate day

through Facebook we friended one another.

Will virtual friendship be rebuilt brick by brick?

Or slowly burn low like a candle wick.

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