We don’t talk every single day,
Life pulls us in its hurried way;
Deadlines, routines, things to do,
But still, my heart remembers you.

Miles may stretch and calls may wait,
Yet your name is etched in quiet fate.
I scroll past your pictures, pause and smile,
Because I’ve known your soul all the while.

You know when I’m low, even without a word,
A message appears; like a soft bird heard.
Not dramatic, not loud, just perfectly timed,
Like only old hearts, once joined, can find.

You stay tucked in my silent prayers,
In random songs, in morning air.
And though the world may change its tune,
I carry your friendship like a gentle moon.

I may not say it, but always know;
Through every high and every low;
No matter how far life lets us roam,
You are my safe space, my second home.