The air around is filled with the voices from the past.

There is a hollowness in the crowd.

There is a shallowness in my words.

The laughter hides some memories,

The face pretends to be blank about them.

The brain says that they have faded,

but the bosom encloses some cherishable glimpses of them.

They are meaningless now yet indulging somewhere.

They cannot drag me to the past, but still potential enough

to throw a flashback.

You have now become a smile accompanied by a tear.

You are a physical reality and an emotional past dream.

You built me up with a broken heart.

You kept the heart alive with lost expectations

You were never a friend in need yet always a friend indeed..

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