Road song

With Ilaiyaraja's song
Playing in the ear
The ride home is not long
What's far looks near
Out of the mist
The past rises
What is missed
Hardly surprises
There were then, four of us
Taking tea with dawn and dew
Talking of this and that, more or less
Savouring the shop's first brew
When it silenced us
This ditty to a fresh, new day,
That never made it to the screen
So remained unsullied till date
The words never losing their sheen
Of the four, there's one less now
To go down that road with love.