Five years more like five days Since this fruit broke ties with ripeness whose presence lurked ahead in the horizon Eyes are arid Memories are like hounds hunting our emotions, viciously My pen has passed out from weeping your person upon ever ready blanks I repeat yet again - 2015 October 12 dawned with calm later, wore the linen of surprise and stole from me this brotherly warmth a heap of salt upon a fresh laceration The drummer should have waited this dance came too soon You are a missing piece of puzzle In the lives of a myriad upon the pages of our minds, your breath prances till eternity