RoomMates

I miss them sometimes, 
I miss them a lot,
they were my world,
my partners and what not;

we all have friends and colleagues,
they come and go as they please,
but we have those roommates we never forget,
who came at the end of the party but never left,

they have seen me without makeup, 
with my crazy face packs on,
they know my habits and the things I pile upon,
they have met my boyfriends and gone through my break ups,
they have also seen phases, where I couldn’t get rid of my hiccups,

they have seen and repeated episodes of GOT and FRIENDS with me,
slept in my room and never returned my books or my tee,
helped me clean the mess when my parents visited,
let me take out my frustration when my work life was twisted,

they have partied with me and carried me afterwards,
they have introduced me to random geeks and jerks,
those Sunday morning orders and those late night ice creams,
they even got a detailed account of my weird dreams

that phase of my life might be over now,
that phase may not ever come back again,
but there will be that one silly song and that one silly habit,
that will make me miss them,
remember them, crave for them,

and then I will know that
maybe,
I miss them sometimes
but I miss them a lot.