Old friend..

There you are standing,

All on your own...

Closing all the windows,

Locking down your door...

I try to say hello,

Before my time is up..

I try to reach out to plant a smile,

Before I run out of luck.

I smile at my own shadow-

"So long, old friend...

When I started, it was you and me,

Seems it's just us two, till that unfathomable end...

See, that little house,

Across the road...

A friend of mine lives there,

Distant and cold...

Can you slither through,

That closed door, old friend...

Can you tell her that I am waiting out,

It is shivering and it is late,

But, I want to take her out...

Tell her- that I see her all the time,

Tell her- I didn't want to go...

But had to go, for her sake,

'Cos, she loves closing her windows...

And locking down her door.

And I am not like you,

I can't slither under closed doors, old friend...

The street lamps are burning,

Walk me home, old friend...

For it is you or that closed door,

And I have chosen you, old friend..."

I smile at my own shadow-

"So long, old friend...

When I started, it was you and me,

Seems it's just us two, till that unfathomable end..."