31^st December

I bid you farewell once again.
Tomorrow morning,
the horses of the sun will come galloping
and neighing, ushering
in the first day of January.

You are cycling down the path of the past.
I have prepared some gifts for you:
Fragments of my heart that have fallen,
tears that have dried up,
drops of blood that have rusted,
and sad moments that have withered away.
Please take them.

There are other things too,
a diary full of failures written in its margins,
wrinkles scorched in the flames of anger,
and webs weaving darkness that can cloud one's vision.
There are also the agonies of pain dripping in the knees
and abuses directed at the dentist.
Please take them as well.

Thank you for choosing to move on, my friend.
If you had stayed, it would be harder to live.
Good friends are like that;
they leave you with a sense of happiness
when they say goodbye.