Your Best Friend You Know From a Week

Your Best Friend You Know From a Week

Poem by Riya Adlakha

Do we need people to survive

at a new place?

Probably not.

For once you part,

you won't remember their faces after two years

And so won't they

And you'll talk twice a year

To wish them on their birthday

And they will reciprocate,

maybe.

Or to ask them for a favour

If you ever visit their city.

Your best friend you know from a week,

With whom you have been exploring new places,

You will never mention their name again in your conversations

You won't call them at 4 in the morning the way you do now

All of this will fade away

Once you part.

But maybe,

You'll make a friend for life

Who might cross cities to see you.

With whom you'll still talk twice a year

But for three long hours Y

ou'll tell them stories from all round the year

And sure they'll hear

Maybe.

Your best friend you know for a week,

You'll meet them once again,

Stuck in the same place

You won't need no more people to survive then.

So maybe,

It would be better to go have cupcakes

With your best friend next door

Than to have them on your own

For you don't know if they'll remember you after a year or not

But they sure do now.