Tuesday, March 19, 2013

A friend

/* To someone, who never expects and is always there*/

 I met her on a cold winter night
When tears almost froze to ice
Then she spoke to me of hot chocolate
She never asked a word, never asked for reasons
But I found myself telling it all, giving her the reasons she never asked for
She never made promises, or broke them
Just sent me songs
Songs that resonated with my pain
She was the tug I felt at the end of that rope
That rope hanging in thin air, ready to break any time
And one day, she left
Leaving behind memories of the world that I dream of
No parting tears, no suffocating entitlement
Yet we carry on
In an ever changing virtual world
Talking of a graveyard of stars one day
And time killing word games on another.

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