It is nearing end,
My affection for you.
It has suffered long,
Trampled under your whims,
Like a night jasmine
That has seldom seen the bright sunlight.
The chills in the air,
biting my skin.
The vague memory of yours,
I walk past that lightpole
that has stood indifferent to the test of time
Unlike my tattered heart
That has diffused into thin air forever.
The air has some scents
Of the blooming flowers
Of the cigarette i smoked
Creating a beautiful concoction of flavours,
Making me hazy,
Or is it my drunken stupour?
The night is still young
It's my heart that has gone feeble.
It's the last night of december
And i reminisce of the year that went by.
It is the night i will remember
As the one where i morphed into a butterfly.