Two friends.

Two friends passing by, thoughts of days past and futures ahead. Of keeping in touch, and meeting again. To reminisce memories and live new ones. Two hearts, beating slow, in a faster world hurrying by, Happy to have met, and yet, heavy to separate. Two friends, in their own journeys, different paths, passing by, holding hands, walking on. Life smiling at them. - Arshad Iqbal 18th Dec, 2007.