Time knows magic!

with the

fading notes

of your quitting song,

a never-before-seen grey

gripped me tight

from every side.

winter forgot to leave.

adderall

washed down

with whiskey

kept repeating

on the menu

of my 24-hour nights

as a neverending

kafkaesque movie

played on

and on

and on.

mr reaper

became

the man to chase.

the mate

you want to

meet.

till

one fine morn,

a daffodil-sun

decided to smile

and her

golden gleam

crept between

the closed curtains

to

paint a Picasso

before my

eyes.

my make-shift mold

melted away

in her warmth

and I dusted the

rust off

my reveries

to watch

over-stuffed cigarette ash

outpouring

from the nostalgia-stained ashtray

onto the

glass table

blending

with over-turned beer.

a black river

of ash and alcohol

tumbled upon

the achromic carpet,

wiping off

memories

of your

last steps.