For My Best Friend

For My Best Friend

(Dedicated to Crishele)

Clandestine schemes, girlish dreams—

Didn’t we make them out of our whims?

Remember how we chased bright-colored sparrows,

And begged Cupid to hit us with his arrows?

That was fun, wasn’t it? A great fun, indeed,

When we used to stick and spent time together in greed.

I couldn’t forget those times when we laughed

Mostly, of course, those times when aloud we cried.

We’re also a couple of hopeless romantics,

A pair of incurable, foolish fanatics.

But we were full of glee and so vivacious then,

Stoppin’ not, spinning over and over, dancing in our glen.

And I couldn’t believe it when time said, “It’s over!”

My tears, though unshed, were so hard to bear.

Sorry, friend, if I didn’t let you see me cry

‘Coz I couldn’t stand you hurtin’; better if I die.

Sorry if I didn’t say a proper goodbye,

‘Coz I was believing this predicament was fate’s big, flat lie!

Yet as for now, one of your most beautiful days,

I pray to our Father to shower you the most splendorous of sun’s rays—

To bless you in so many ways

A jillion, trillion times more than He nurtures those jays.

And though I may not be near you,

Still remember that “I LOVE YOU,” that I do.

And even though people think of you as somebody insignificant,

For me, you’re a million times more important.

Friend, I miss you so…

And here in my memory you stay; never will I let you go.

-- September 27, 2005