The last day

This is the last time I am going to that place, hereafter am  a trespasser. My heart gained weight when I enter our corridor the place where our presence felt the most, our laughter’s, comments, where we walked pulling our low waist jeans up every time it drags down, even the hard slap that I gave….those lost moments are priceless, they wont stand still, it get distorted as time moves on. the last hugs from friends ,actually it was more than friendship……..it was five guys from very different worlds but had a very common thing  ‘come what may, we are like this  ‘……….but now  we are no fire brand…those eyes look dispirited ……..i forget how to cry…..its getting late…..time to leave……..without looking back….passing by the past. I couldn’t look at anything back……
After few weeks I saw everyone’s pictures in a social network, everyone smiling enjoying every bit of some occasion ……seems like I never was there with them….nothing has happened………I am the one who lost them…..they had everything…. ‘Move on ‘ they say……..for me its ‘now what?’