A Confession Poem by Paras Saxena

I don't say much but don't assume I don't feel.
I'll miss you, my dearest friend,
No matter wherever you are, if not beside me.
And my last wish at the world's end,
Will be one last conversation with you.
Will be one last scolding from you.
Make you smile and my arms to wrap you.

A lot of chapters remain in our friendship.
A few voyages left to commence.
It's an endless journey of you and me.
For inseparable and unbreakable are us.
Amidst all the phony commitments and false promises,
I'm blessed to have you in my life's joy and sorrow.

Not people but you mean more to me, than poetry.
They are for verses. You, I keep for me.
The sanity and serenity that they say
They see is nothing but you in my breaths.
With your love springs the best of me.

My closest friend, I fear, this confession
Was too revealing for my reserved being.
But in my mind I carry no worry
As only you possess the palms to keep my heart safe.