To Farewells.

You, who left with

Dots on your laces

From all the colours

Spilled on our faces.

You, with who I

Walked a night

And watched cars

Become lines of light.

You, whose gravel voice

Fell and rose

With an old love song

From phones clutched close.

You, who left with 

All my rainclouds, 

Still play with the rain

In roads of strange crowds.

You, who still writes

Rhymes to past winters' chills,

Still can't do much to heal

This summer's burns

And heart spills.

P.S: Though I haven't updated the blog in very long, I have been writing on and off. I don't really know why I didn't publish any of them here. But here is one and I hope I will keep coming back to this blog and writing into this comforting space of radio silence.