Monument of friendship

Jolie Maisnam
Hand-in-hand, together we walked
Footsteps caressing the archaic path.
Out of all the lively places, we chose to visit
That archaic monument, tattered and yellowed
Maybe, it signified our aged friendship.
And maybe the cracked walls and dilapidated quoins,
Embodied the struggles in the long run.
The corbels with antique finish and
The circular oculus adorning the tranquil vicinity,
Maybe, it epitomized our winsome and beauteous bond.
The architectural pillars seemed to symbolize us,
Each one of us underpinning the amity.
And I hope, the unending enfilades
Depict our boundless intimacy.
Feeling the dexterity on our sweaty palms,
We sang along with the chirping birds.
With the surge of the pure air into our lungs,
We were living the best time of our life.
But then, my copper brown eyes woke up to the sight
Created by the virus, the scene of chaos and fright.
“Oh, it was just a dream.”
Then, why did it feel so real?
Why does the ebullience still flow through my spine?
Are you aware of the reason?
Or are you also bewildered by the question?