For all its worth

I see your picture; you are smiling there, sitting besides me,
Oh how complete the frame looks,
We were friends then, we were good then, we were hopeful then, we lived each others incomplete lives then,
We moved to a patch we thought could be ours, we made a promise, though we had our doubts, we took that first step towards what was our perfect end.

I see that picture again today, with no bitter feelings, they were never there, I look into your eyes, there was life in it, the stretch of your lips was a smile- tears run down and I look through blurry eyes, a contorted truth, you smiling behind it all the while.
There was no other way for us to go and all that was there was reduced to rust, to be thrown in a junkyard.
I sighed and wondered how you could close all doors and suffocate the alleys, but that was my place, to stay behind closed doors, at the wrong end of the burnt bridge.
Those rusted pieces are pasted neat in the album of fond memories, pressed like a dead rose between the pages that culminate into the book of life.
My hands strangled the last bit of hope that survived the blows of your exit, my faith crumbled under the weight of my broken soul,
And I was left with just one way out, which was to let go- of a bond, of a future, of you, of I.

I see your progress report, you’ve moved on
I fight my battle everyday, a wounded solider, I guard my little space, dodging the bullets of hurt and pain,
Your words linger on, the good ones make me smile, the bitter ones, push me to claw my way up,
I try, am trying to be a better person, washed clean of your name,
From here on I walk without my friend, my companion, my best bargain of life.

--To the one who stole my compass