That good bye was so hard.
Though that was with regard.
I am missing that uniform and that identity card.
Missing that time which we spent in school yard.
I remember on the first day, tears coming from my eyes to see those unfamiliar faces.
And also the tears which came on the last day when their names forever in my heart traces.
Those two days are totally opposite from each other.
And between those two days, I did a lot of adventure.
The last day of my school...
I thought if the lectures by our teachers would never end.
If those punishments could become our trend.
That recess, if I could enjoy every day.
And those friends would never go away.
That time we promised that we will never separate.
In future, once we will collaborate.
But after few months, I am realizing that harsh truth, by someone that was spoken,
that promises are made to be broken.
©indubutola
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