Waiting For a Friend

Not many things make me as happy as the sound of your giggles and laugh. Because I know how hard it is to keep your pride, after all the sad deals that came out of your bag. I’ve seen your tilting shadow waiting in the rain . The fulfillment of a promise too difficult to sustain . I lament those silent hours, and the empty sound of nothingness coming from your somber room . But today next to your close door, through the shadows of the moon. While my worries stirred and soared , I heard your laugh again . it was genuine , sublime , like a thousand fireflies dancing happily in the dark . Like a bunch of butterflies passing swiftly by my hands . Like the rains of April ; Like colorful flowers of may, blooming all at once . Like the whooshing of your wings almost ready to take on . Like the times under rain drizzles we made fun of our mistakes. Like the universe telling me ,that you’re finally yourself ; because you mastered to decode the DNA of pain .