• The sound of conversation
    mocks me harshly;
    for silence is my friend.

    I gaze outside and see
    the winter wind
    blowing the bare trees
    as if waving to a friend;
    yet I see no friend being waved to.

    Remember when, we were younger,
    we were best of friends?
    You don’t remember now
    how I don’t know you anymore.
    for you, for you,
    the sky is blue.
    to me, for me,
    it looks so bleak.