Sunday, 2 December 2012

Blog Entry
Nov 18, '09 8:44 PM
for everyone

Walking along the streets you once passed

and where your roots remain

From time to time I bump into shadows

that flicker

that trigger

a hundred memories:

Shared laughter

of silly things

you and I understand;

Shared thoughts

on crazy things

you and I believe in;

Never-ending conversations

we could not get enough of;

repartee unparalleled

before or since.

Walking along the streets I now pass alone

and where I do not have roots

i looked up at the clouds in the heavens

not to wonder why

there is no wind;

neither to ponder why

there are ghosts at noontime.

But to stare at the sun

hoping it would dry up

and mercifully hold back

the tears that came unbidden.

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