It was a relief to see you again,
In my feeds,
Your previous messages were like a left train,
I was going back to them again and again,
You never felt indifferent,
or a little changed,
You were always conscious,
while taking my name,
You listened to my pain,
even in the distinct lane.
You always felt like the sand beneath my feet,
on the land.
Taking my pain,
Pushing my van,
Warm and glittery, golden grain.
It was a relief to see you again.