Paper Wings

3. to an old friend

My dear friend,

those days,

when you let me

sip happiness

from your cup,

I hoped the rare rays

were to stay...

you took a closeup,

of my smile,

tucking it into

your pocket,

but dear,

it was never enough.

for smiles,

are transient vessels

of joys

that harbor only

for a little while...

if you made poetry

from happiness,

it would've been worthwhile...

I would've put it on my soul,

for display,

so that it could've been read,

by all...

those days,

I waited for the sugar

that dripped from your words...

I would put it in our cup,

and drink it up,

for there was nothing

like both of our delights

combined...

if ever I had a chance 

to rewrite my past,

I wouldn't change a thing,

not even the "glance", 

we shared over that cup

of happiness,

so long ago...

for I also know,

I will find

anything like both of us aligned,

nowhere else in this world...

these days,

my head is in knots...

words remain stuck,

oceanic clots

in the bed of my brain...

I try touching them

with fingers,

that daydream...

I try to pluck

them 

but it's not as easy,

as it'd seem...

I wish time or tide

never interferes 

with the sweet memories

I have of you...

if you keep visiting me in my dreams every noon,

then I'd start to believe you are coming back very soon...

don't give me false hopes, only to cut off the rope,

for I and my pride can't take another tall fall...

With love,
Your 'bestest' friend.

____

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