9th Entry

Laptop

We broke the laptop last night when we fought.
The monitor cracked and the side was mashed up
like the dinner we didn't eat - I
heated it up 'cause we did not expect it to
end this way, I heated it up 'cause we did not know when to say
enough.

But done is done, it wouldn't run,
the last vault of our memory - gone, just
another stain. But still, I tried, and I
asked my friend to salvage its crushed remains.

You might as well give it up,
the
good
friend
said. It's past saving, the drive
r's dead, but I shook my head
and made a row;
I pulled his sleeves and begged out loud:
These are images I
won't give up.
If you were me you'd understand -
if you had my love for the
lights and sounds
its smiles (and frowns) that I've
had saved up -
save it,
I implored him, save it.

He said:
You can try
"Yes how?"
You'll find the path
"Yes, how?"
You'll find the path
etic smiles a chore to stand -
they'll wink once more or twice
and be gone again.

I say then today we're
no longer friends, but he
does not cares - he is not even
there, just staring at the mess,
musing like it's something amusing,

I cried, he sighed -
we never met again, adieu, our
lights and sounds, and
smiles, and frowns.

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sorry, i forgot that i had to move, so i've been busy...