One message and a thousand wasted tears.

Two pieces of broken hearts went their different ways five years ago.
Splinters from both entered my eye together all these years later

The tears were bound to flow when the memories surged ahead.
Washing my soul of all the efforts I had put in to steady my own broken heart

Weakening me for a moment, bringing up all the old doubts again
Why had I parted ways with my loved one. Will I regret it five years later?

Then I realised that both my friends have surrounded them with new people and lives
And that old pain of a lost soul mate surfaces now and then, only to subside

Time will heal, a decision will be made, and we’ll again be left with the same choices
To accept or not accept, and to accept with grace or resignation, faith or frustration.

Memories...
I had a pen pal named Prameela VinayKrishnan. Actually, Prameela aunty was my mother's classmate and she had left her address in one of those autograph books that were so popular in school days. I found her entry interesting, then I found her. We kept in touch for quite a few years and even met once in Chennai. But then that relationship fizzled out. She moved to Malaysia, I out of my starry-eyed admiration for such quaint relationships and we moved on.
What comes to mind today is a greeting card she had sent me. I think it was after my Class X board examinations, in which I had performed quite well.
The card said 'Good things come to Good people'...
Am not sure how far this holds true, but yes...sometimes it does happen. And thank God for such reaffirmations for faith.
It is necessary to have faith to have it reaffirmed.
Amen