Tumbled and rolled ourselves
did we not?
For that silly laughter
that vanished soon there after

Those memories never
ceased,
but you ran away
with ease

You were sentenced,
condemned
cruel games were on you
a prank that came true

Even today,
years after that day
I turn around on the
slightest noise

Asking
‘Brother, is that you?’
but silence.

Silence of the day
silence of the night
staring back
left me craving
for that laughter again.