Dear Old Friend

Do you still smile at
the sound of my footsteps?
I often knock on
companionships' doorstep
No one opens.

I tried so hard
to be myself.
I tried so hard
to show you thyself
like the mirror.
But you just applied make up
and left.
Never saw the silver
beneath my surface.

I wrote our whole book
in my mind
But then we
suddenly stopped
being at the same page
You closed us,
without a bookmark.
We missed
So many paragraphs
Now we don't know
where to start.

Our forever was too short,
like a Febraury spring.
The march came too soon.
November winds feel so cold
Don't they?

Maybe there's a beauty in impermanence,
ask paper every time you erase.
The leaves yellow out too soon.
And though they create stellar displays:
Only the branches know
The weight of being lighter.

If a tree falls down in an empty forest
Does it really make a sound?
Our amusement suddenly parked itself,
Never knew when the merry stopped
going round.

There'll always be a fragment on mine
A little cherished piece of
My share of space time
A rainbow I'm leaving in you
As we rain.

Maybe in a parallel universe:
You could've been a different you
I could've been a different me.
And we could have been,
Us.