Diluted

Dear Old Friend,

How are you?
Where the fuck are you?
And how the fuck did we get here?

From knowing which page you scribbled on
When the lectures stopped being fun
To not knowing if you're okay?
To not calling you when things stopped being fun one day?
From knowing not to let you spend
Too much time with that one friend
To not knowing your heart broke last year
And you still aren't a stranger to those tears?
From jumping in joy when you got into your dream course
To a "Wow" on Facebook among a 100 others?

Did we get diluted along the way?
Like feisty aerosols, did we evaporate?
I hope that explains it
Where our late-night-staircase,
Standing-under-a-bus-stop-in-the-rain,
Don't-really-mind-if-I-get-late-going-home-again bond
Disappeared to...
Because then, the next time it pours
And water seeps in;
Spraying off buildings & dripping on the floors
It can drip on to textbooks,
Seep into bags,
And amid the crowds of bone-drenched, monsoon-harassed,
You & I
Will be on the same page again.