Five years
more like five days
Since this fruit
broke ties with ripeness
whose presence lurked
ahead in the horizon
Eyes are arid
Memories are like hounds
hunting our emotions, viciously
My pen has passed out
from weeping your person
upon ever ready blanks
I repeat yet again - 2015
October 12 dawned with calm
later, wore the linen of surprise
and stole from me
this brotherly warmth
a heap of salt upon a fresh laceration
The drummer should have waited
this dance came too soon
You are a missing piece of puzzle
In the lives of a myriad
upon the pages of our minds,
your breath prances till eternity
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