Monday, 2 December 2024

Bidding (Good)Bye?

 I feel tingles down my spine, 

A reminder like a universe's sign.

Slow and soft, pages I turn,

As I move on with no plans to return.

Here I stand, bidding goodbye,

Reminiscing everything from the moment I said "Hi".

Bonded over breaks and dinners,

Hoping for all to emerge as winners.

Friendships confined within the walls of corporate,

Some I adore and some I tolerate.

Here I stand, bidding goodbye,

Reminiscing everything from the moment I said "Hi".