I have come to realize that the only regret I will ever have when there is a loss in communication with people whom I had once known in the past, would be the inability to share my happiness or sorrow when I need to, in the present time. Relationships change and distance, death, differences of opinion create gaps, hollow vacuums. New people, new circumstances slowly reinstate the balance. But it is difficult to let go of familiarity, of knowing that someone who is no longer with you could have understood your view, understood you exactly the way you wanted to relay it.
This wall you have built around you,
That which now exiles you,
Does sunshine pass through on its way?
For, the same sunshine has warmed my heart,
Before it passed to you, through your wall
Hence, we are bonded in some way
Sometimes, little thoughts of delight
And sometimes, those that I try and fight
Stop me in my steps, midway
And then I wish I could share
These small things with those gone by
With whom I had traveled once
This road of life, for a short while….