I miss you

I miss your gargoyle laughter

deep throated, vocal cords high

and the voice that had a resonating

charming quality

and I miss the way you would create

funny acts in the play of life

whether there were dark clouds,

shades of serendipity

or the pains of limitless proportions

I miss the way your eyes dance

not static as mine would be

they would wonder towards the

curious realm

sometimes on a page of the book you would read

and mostly outside the window

towards the afternoon lull

your eyes tell eternal stories

of past pain and all the rest

your abhorrence towards me now

is kosher and instinctive

it talks about your love

that has broken into fragments

my ways had been reckless and decadent

and I accept that I shouldn’t have said

what I said

I know it would be too late now

I miss the times of enchantment

and I wish to be the earlier me

Without you, the world around

is just a routine masquerade

sounds of cars honking,

the heat of the summer

the nasty winds and the dubious neighbours

they all look more omnipresent

then ever before

and then when I sit in the café

we used to visit,

I take the same place

and it is usually vacant

your flamboyance

is visible to me

and I miss you