‘Friends’ is such a lonely word,
She said she wanted to be friends,
I stare at our picture grinning like goons,
Wrapped in a blanket of bliss.
I keep this picture to remind me of things,
Her kiss as sweet as strawberries,
The way she rolled her eyes when I exasperated her,
The clacking of her castanets,
As she leapt across the stage like a graceful gazelle.
But now I only taste salty sadness,
I hold it on the tip of my tongue, trying to remember,
And now I only hear the sound of silence screaming at me,
And now I only see ashes of incense falling like the petals of a black rose,
To stain the carpet as black as my heart.
How could feelings so strong vanish like incense?
For four years, she said she loved me,
It was whispered between kisses, I gobbled her words,
And in a week, it was gone.
She said, ‘Nothing’
What did I do wrong? But I knew that was a lie,
Just when we were starting to fuse like warm wax,
She abandoned me to the solace of this picture,
That I clutch in my palm, the only remnant I have left,
Of our days of wine and roses.
I think she got scared, wine burns,
And roses can smell too sweet,
Now when we meet, there are only walls of awkwardness,
We build them one brick at a time,
To protect ourselves from future
