Thursday, February 2, 2012

What's left to tell

What's left to tell
Except that your silence worries me
Your calm, your zen and maturity
Aren't assuring

When did you get ahead of this friendship
What fears and joy propelled you to see me
As someone like your own
That sense of self you want to find in your ideal

What's left to tell
Except that I thought you were different
My sadness purged, now I feel numb
Because boys will come and go, but you were meant to stay

A fellow prankster, poet, dreamer
Restless souls that screamed out in delight
When they saw how sorry the rest of the world is
For hesitating to take flight

What's left to tell
You probably are better off without the bond we shared
Our half baked ideas of script and images
That have now come to haunt my walls

You have time and your work
And in my heart I wish you more than well
I wish you fortitude, vision and laughter
I wish your locks and verse grow even longer

What's left to tell
Silence is now my friend
Our lives move on
But our conversations can still be heard out there ....reflected by our cosmic souls