In a <br />Gray evening <br />Cold and arctic <br />Hushed and silent <br />As he was <br />With an orange reflection <br />Of the fire place <br />And empty coffee mugs <br />Moments slithered from the lap of trice <br />And congealed in the air <br />With the unheard words <br />Suddenly he left …..My old Friend <br />Something slipped from the pocket behind <br />A movie ticket or a bookstore bill …. <br />I thought n leaned ………………….. <br />Fade words…childish script …………….. <br />“That was the note I passed him years ago”* <br /> <br />21 August 2008<br /><br />irum inayat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/note-i-passed-him-years-ago/
