Time was running away
It seemed like you were running along with it
With still few more months of physical closeness,
Your absence was already felt
We rarely spoke, seldom met
And when we did, we would end up screaming and parting ways
I felt lost, alone.
But five minutes was all it took
Five minutes of your life gave me back my life
Five minutes of your phone balance reassured me that I was loved
Five minutes made me happy
P.S: It is not the hours you spend on phone or the frequency with which you meet each other that determine how much one loves the other. It is the faith that in spite of everything, they still care and love you that matters. It is the feeling, that you have the other person during times of pain.