Dear My Friend

Hello, my friend,
have you dried your tears?
Do you feel a little calmer now?
Sometimes, I wonder how you are.

The playground we once knew
is now filled with tall buildings.
The ditch we crossed together
has become a green park.

In my drawer, even now,
your letters lie quietly,
row after row, in your handwriting.
I take them out
and read them sometimes.

We stayed up all night
thinking over small things,
singing our favourite songs together.
That is how our friendship grew.

Was I sadder than you?
Were you in more pain than I was?
There were days we did not know,
stories we never heard.

Because we were friends, it was all right.
Because we were friends, we understood.
So the years passed,
and we grew older.

In my diary, there is you.
In your photos, there is me.
Who we were back then
now lives as memory.
Hello, my friend,

have you found the love you dreamed of?
Are you a little happier now?
Sometimes,
I wonder how you are.

*These are my own paintings*