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.