Gone

Gone
Asther Buban

I laughed and hollow voices quivered,
Crept through dark alleys and lame limestone walls.

I danced with easy, awkward steps,
yet the dancefloor was dead and music hovered
stealthily blind.

I wept and tore my hair
beat this aching head to steal away the time.

I frowned to annoy this burning thought
of brisk walks and pointless mimes.

I remembered your piercing look,
when I couldn't get the right phrase.

I recalled your endless demands,
when you asked to delay a tough quiz.

I refused to forget,
how you showed your "terrible" antics.

I reminisced how well,
you bothered me every week.

I noted how innocent,
you said "sorry" in perfect phrase.

I'm glad you're out there,
devoured by cruel demands.

I'm elated to see you,
whipped with sharp, jagged howls.

I'm delighted to see you crawl,
in frightful anticipation of college hypes.

And here I am...
sadly missing your laughter,
"BANAAG" memories
old songs and hugs

Another month will come,
do pray that I would still be around,
to sustain this narrowing state,
of counting nights and days,
till you're back.

I'll never know
maybe when I start counting gray hair.