Books aligned the cupboard racks--
It was no fancy place;
Tables, chairs(maybe backpacks--
Of students--in this case)
Lay about this little room at the school
Where i met her first.
Here, a flimsy argument,
Rose over something she had:
Made me think, '' she's a nut-case
Or maybe lost it just a tad''
Now that would've been the end all
But we were to meet again--
In college we shared a section--
The knowing her began:
Talks developed in the science lab
And computer class;
I'd discovered an introvert--
A fascinating lass...
Soon enough we were friends,
A trust built up sublime;
Close pals we had grown
By passage of this time:
A girl who was a silent lamb,
All wary with her word,
Stubborn, crazy, and brainy,
With me was a chirpy bird...
Not to mention, her silence
And prudence of everyday
Gave her the power to have her wish--
(With me)she always had her way...
Thrills were great, joyous moments
Were ever by our side,
But reality has in it's store
Things set to decide...
The end of lovely college days,
Makes the rest a history...
I only hope like our last depart,
There hides another mystery,
For i don't feel this'd be the end-all
But i would meet again--
Like college where we shared a past,
Where everything began--
To share a verbal escapade
Once more with the 'silent girl'.
I hope to meet again this friend
For a new tale to unfurl....