It was a cold saturday night
turned sour like a glass of milk left overnight,
when my bestfriend came back from outside
he was with his earphones on playing his fave song called Mr Brightside
I couldn’t fathom what running in his mind
But i knew in his eyes
decayed roots growing and ocean has become bleak
“Where were you?” i asked even i knew the answer
“ I just had to roam around this city that doesn’t remember our name so I can leave.” He said
All but fear was rising
I was weak before he left.