Lost Soul

The kid next door:

"Brother !, how do you do? You know my mamma bought a new toy today, a brand new car. Pull backwards few centimetres and off it goes like a jet, forwards. By the way, you heard the roars deep in the midnight. And  ...  "

The kid would never relent
gossiped like a talk show pro
gossiped about his family
recounted his ordeal at school
revealed his dream coffers and he
gossiped about people
all ears my sister and mother
I couldn't help but join the party.
Mischief and notorious house cat
playful he taunted us all and
entertained with caricatures
we laughed our heads off
the odd fish of his bunch
made the day for us
until the day earth rumbled in famishment
devouring eight thousand plus in a brisk moment
the congenital trait gone like forever
countless souls lost and so did his

anniversary round the corner 

still haunted eyes foreboding a lot worse
a lot worse
seemingly an unrelenting silence spree.