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 .
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