gosmoking

We walked into each others lives at a time of dire need, saved each other from pain and loneliness, flowered together, blossomed and outshone all other relationships. And then the situation changed, the reasons we had met over, moved on... we found ourselves stranded: actors in the wrong play, mouthing the wrong lines, bumping into props which weren’t supposed to be there. Till you figured out your way into the new play, leaving me adrift, unable to let go, afraid I might need your help in another time and space, when yet again you might be the only one who would understand. The memories have dried up, the hope has shriveled; I still wait, covered in dead skin, clinging on to our expired friendship…