Imara, my friend from days long past,

one of my first, a bond meant to last.

Through highs and lows, she's been my light,

a steady presence, loyal and bright.

We'd share our thoughts, crushes, and dreams,

on Wattpad threads, in endless streams.

Both with a love for dark, brooding eyes—

a crush on Tom Riddle, to no one's surprise.

Though I've moved on, she holds him near,

yet our friendship's what I hold dear.

We once spoke daily, now less so,

but even in silence, I feel her glow.

Reconnecting now feels like coming home,

no need for words to feel less alone.

Every few days, a message, a line—

enough to remind me she's still mine.

In a world that shifts like sand in sea,

her friendship remains a constant for me.

Time may pass, and life rearrange,

but with Imara, some things don't change.