Dancing into the unknown, Powerless, in your grasp, I melt; Seeing those little things about you, Feeling feelings I have never felt.

A friend, no matter, how far and how away in time, Will always hold your hand, in whatever clime.

It's that distinct 'V' you see across the sky, And your heart wonders, 'Oh, how the geese fly!'

Whenever I think of the things you said, My world comes alive, ‘tis painted red!

But we are never really satisfied with what we make, Always searching for those cherries on proverbial cakes!!!

What is a fight, after all? Other than a missed call- Asking you to call back and lock horns, And engage, no matter how much against it your brain warns.

Of plastic and microbeads, smoke and dust- does it seem cruel? That's just my way of expressing love, for you are my fuel!!!

I learnt from him the value of speaking your mind- whether angry, sad, betrayed or in love; I wish I had more time with him but I guess his contagious energy was needed above...

But perhaps, it is this unpredictability that makes me want cotton in my skies- the tenterhooks of what could have been...

Witness yet another one bite the dust before the curtain falls, Before the damp plaster comes off, and haunted go the halls.