PASS

i was a child once ... and i didn't have many friends ...i only had you
we spent days and nights together doing what boys do

we laughed and cried and passed through thick and thin
some moments seemed like the last ... but the next soon begins
Some faces seemed like forever sad ... drenched in sorrow and sin
Sometimes time would hardly pass ... but it eventually did

We weren't great basketball players ... but in our minds we ruled as kings
You made the best pass ... and i through it in

Our sky darkened ... our toys burnt ... and we turned to men
But we still sat on that busstop across the street and laughed again

and when all seemed lost ... when the sky dressed up in black
when the wolves gathered and thunder shook the ground
when we fell down
face in the mud
ravished and torn
you passed the ball
and i passed it back
though the grip on it had worn out
you held it firmly
and made your shot
you may have lost
but you never did

we separated ... and met again
we sat at the same bus station
and reminised
we laughed our lungs out
till dawn broke out
and separated us again

We ruled as kings once
My brother from another mother

your spot on the bench on that bus stop is still warm
from your stinky farts ... we laughed at

your number no longer picks up
and your email will never respond again

the streets we walked across seem the same
not the same

the worn out basket ball ... gripless ...rolls across the uneven ground of our court
no more dribbling ... no more jumping ...
who's gonna make that PASS