Remember i used to write letters to you, when i was far far away. Far away in another land. Today they told me you never got them. They told me you dont live there anymore. No one knows where you are.
I wonder if they tried to look for you. Someone must have, or maybe not.
I saw the little boys who used to run around in your front yard and play with the broken pieces of brick that lay scattered on the wet grass.They seem all grown up. I saw them go to school today morning. Their pleated pale grey trousers reminded me of your curtains. The colour seemed very similar, or maybe so i think. Your house still stands at the end of the road mighty strong but it does look withered with time.
When i see you i shall tell how the roads have changed, i shall tell you how the skies here don't seem the same because you ain't around. Remember the times we spent in your porch on winter afternoons. The tea cups had so much to tell...The scar on my right hand has faded..the trees have grown taller and they bear fruit now..and the fishbowl by your window. I dont see it through the window anymore. Did you take it when you left ? Did it die ?
I have searched for you.I searched for you today. I look for you in the old alleys, the sunlit ones around the lake. I have looked for you in your porch and my rooftop, in the porcelain tea cups and the never sent letters. I dig out the sand out of the box of nostalgia every day, everywhere, I promise. But you just dont seem to be there. Tonight its dark outside the road side lanterns are dim. But as the dawn breaks i shall look for you again, behind the grey curtains and creeks of the old gate in the play park. I shall look for you..I shall wait by the corner of the road near the lolly shop in the afternoon and if i find you we shall go by the lake again..like old times...I shall look for you..I shall wait my friend.