Go round and round

Suicides, mostly, took
Some of my best friends
Away from me.
Their sepia coloured photo
recedes back
Speedily in the eternity.

I forge ahead to
Newer unknown space
With trees, leaves, roses and rivers
Usual landscapes ever fresh pass by.
Refuses to to include worn out view.

Corroding me inside
Defenceless I progress
to an altogether different
Destiny.

But somewhere in my mind
I have feeling that
We are nearing again
No general fate but
A special union
Awaits us eagerly.