Tales of solace

To my dearest friend , M. We miss you ...

Today , a fight wipes our fingers
Drenched in argent flaking out pages.
I choke in the cattish tears , looking back…
All that pain, shattered by husky words,
All that love , drowned in those bitter leers…
Funny ... all I see is our dashed mirror,
All I hear are knocked-about reproaches …
All I taste is stale cinder.
But now ,you, cherishing her on your right arm ,
Desperately , weave a grave to burry what has been so far.
I , nostalgic fool , absorbed in appeasing literature,
My only , yet so rancid attempt at a fairytale.
Still glancing at your notorious picture before night,
Still striving for those everlasting eyes that might
Just shape up my entire hopes till that male.
Today I meet your bashed look attempting to find mine,
A spanking glimpse , and then you lower your blue eye,
Passing leisurely near my left arm smelling like dry pine,
Arousing a shivering breeze with notes
                                                                wondering why?