In every life-time

 You ask me, 

If love and friendships ever last 

and I tell you with a sarcastic smile 

maybe, maybe

How can something ever last, I ask

Why do you want to believe that we are meant to last 

this bond we share, this time 

It all is ephemeral 

just a little part of this worldly affair 

to keep promises in every lifetime is too much, you know 

let it be the way it is 

Who knows all, anyway 

That's why let's just write stories with a teeny-tiny pen in this lifetime 

only to be discovered by another person 

in some other lifetime 

If at all, they are interested in reading the words written by a pen 

Do you read letters now? I ask yet again

No, right, but yeah, some aesthetic ones in a bookshop for sure 

So let's just stick to this wish, 

maybe of being discovered by someone somewhere at some nook

while I wait for you to know me in this little world of ours in this lifetime:)