No new words from you…
No skies to paint blue,
Your pictures will fade,
Your memories slowly pale.
No wonky smiles to throw
At me across the road,
No hints about your muse,
No teasing to amuse.
Your voice on the phone
And how it always shone,
No promises now to keep,
No tears left to weep.
No place I can call,
To hear your laughter fall,
No bridges left to break
No quarrels left to fake.
No sounds to grow quiet,
No secrets now to hide,
No paper boats to sail
No words..no trail.
*To friends I lost in less than a week to death.
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Reema Prasanna is a Search Engine Marketing expert, Xoogler, baking expert and blogger. More about her here http://about.me/reema.prasanna