Lost Friends

Friends end, and in your arms and hands,
You feel like you are pulling in a line,
No longer attached to anything.

Their names come up in conversation,
Or apper suddenly at the bottom of a drawer,
Leaving you to exaimain their lives in a tear.

Magnified, like a drop of pond water,
As it rolls across the envelope in your hand

The ink flowing again after the years,
Frozen in a name,
Thawed by the nostalgia of a postmark,
The sun of that place is now
Just another star in an unfinished constellation.

Saitaina's Diary