Drifting apart,
we had lost communication,
someday we would wonder,
the point of such relations,
fading in the backgrounds.
There are no streams of sentiments,
nourishing our roots for attachments,
only in memories of past meetings,
infrequent conversations or dealings,
provides hope for future interactions.
Drifted apart,
we might have been occupied,
to give attention to delicate sides,
of building bonds, maintaining contacts,
for a more resilient connection.
Yet, it's sought, for its worth,
keeping alive, in our thoughts,
regardless of motives or reasons,
there's much deeper causation,
leading to our encounters.
Drifting apart,
still, treasured in our hearts,
even if limited by boundaries,
we built bridges to restart,
the forgotten path...
For conveying message.
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