I thought it was a 'forever',
But now I look down at an empty bare road.
As if it's been years,
Since someone frolicked upon.
The accumulation of laughs,
Seem to be buried under the tar.

No leaves are now trodden black,
No flower plucked this far,
Since the day they went away.
But who knew that was the last,
The last game, the last fights, 
The last day they ever talked.

And if by some miracle,
They ever meet again,
Would things really be the same,
As they were in the past.
Will the laughs be no more buried,
The lane no more vacant.

What if there was, 
Nothing such as last.
The games, the fights,
The talks would still continue
Maybe not in reality,
But definitely in their hearts.

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