Unfortunately...

On a wednesday morning,
when you won't find me by your side,
you'd remember all those tiny little fights.
Over paltry sums for the samosas,
and on other occasions,
to make the other one eat your rava masala dosas.

Cursing each other,
like there was no one worse in the world.
To not speak for days,
And then forget why we fought,
and getting back to the old ways,
and the same old craze.

And we would say,
Friends are not to be forgotten,
they are to be cherished,
to be loved and cared for.

A few years hence,
when we wouldn't have seen each other for aeons,
the memories would be blurred,
there would just be the comfort,
of having once known you.
And the face would light up,
upon remembering the times that we spent together.

And then we may just bump into each other,
after a really long time we would be together,
and surprisingly there wouldn't be much to say,
because unfortunately friendships do fade away.