Missing Notes Poem by Sutapa Chaudhuri

sometimes I miss them so much
my childhood friends,
my companions from bygone days
the long hours on a lazy afternoon
whiled away in a carefree maze
laughing, gossiping, gambling, giggling
dreaming of loves never to be
planning, leaving, yet planning again
those trivial, then so urgent rapids in life
Sometimes I miss you so much
my closest ally,
my youthful days
the secrets, the adventures
careless freedom strewn paths
the shared history
never ending phone calls
desiring, dreaming, discussing details
whispering the sweet nothings of love
knowing life just a phone call away
Sometimes I miss myself so much
trudging up the blinded alley
dark unknown faces
crowding, poking fun
million miles separating lives
the gap yawning
unbridgeable