Dearest friend
I hope you’re doing well
It’s been a minute since we met
I hope my name still rings a bell
I hope your favourite food is still chocolate
And that you never stopped reading under the dim lamplight
I hope you still sing and dance
I’m assuming you still believe you’re always right
I’m sorry we lost touch
And I suddenly moved away
But I still remember every time we met
And all the games we used to play
Maybe you wear your hair different now
And you’ve met people so new
Maybe you don’t remember me
Like I remember you
But I’ll see you someday
I’m sure it isn’t the end
But until then
Treasure the letters I send
Your poem rings so true; we’ve all left friends behind, and I’m sure many of share your sentiments. The rhyme scheme suggests a tinge of innocence — a childhood friend? — without being simplistic. Nice.
Makes me nostalgic..