Should we move on 

with our lives?

Put all memories ,

fond recollections, 

brushed beneath shaggy carpets.

To hold or fold,

the flush od memories:

The laughing, the stories,

the late night chatters.

Was it too good 

to be true?

A facade of actors

potraying friendship.

Replays of pleasant 

inccidences clashing

with realities of situations.

What does this fresh,

young year bring?

More disappointment

or loose ties loosened 

for wiser beginnings?