Lo and behold, you’re all gone again,
Shameless words, why taunt me? What you stand to gain?
When all I seek, is to sing the glory of a friend,
Why scamper? Why hide? As though your world’s about to end
Do you hate to immortalise our glorious past?
Of days filled with tears, laughter and endless joy,
Of days when our eyes twinkled like a breeze kissed flame,
Even as our world-blackened souls dimmed and sagged like wicks,
Of days, when the sight of my friend, so dear,
Would turn forlorn night to day, instantly like some trick.
As I walk past the many benches, shades and stumps,
I see they’ve become beautiful winter-free trees,
Rooted on our endless friendship, and fed by eternal love,
I see they carry juicy delicious memory-fruits.
I smile, even as tears roll down my cheeks,
I see us there and choke, I miss my friend now, like never before,
I kneel to water our many eternal memory trees, with my tears;
And take away the soil of our times on my knees.
Go away words, I need you no more,
You can't script what my tears haven't, already,
You can't bloom like the flowers or taste like the fruits,
So stay away please, pretty please, please.
Shameless words, why taunt me? What you stand to gain?
When all I seek, is to sing the glory of a friend,
Why scamper? Why hide? As though your world’s about to end
Do you hate to immortalise our glorious past?
Of days filled with tears, laughter and endless joy,
Of days when our eyes twinkled like a breeze kissed flame,
Even as our world-blackened souls dimmed and sagged like wicks,
Of days, when the sight of my friend, so dear,
Would turn forlorn night to day, instantly like some trick.
As I walk past the many benches, shades and stumps,
I see they’ve become beautiful winter-free trees,
Rooted on our endless friendship, and fed by eternal love,
I see they carry juicy delicious memory-fruits.
I smile, even as tears roll down my cheeks,
I see us there and choke, I miss my friend now, like never before,
I kneel to water our many eternal memory trees, with my tears;
And take away the soil of our times on my knees.
Go away words, I need you no more,
You can't script what my tears haven't, already,
You can't bloom like the flowers or taste like the fruits,
So stay away please, pretty please, please.
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