My Guy,
Don’t be afraid to cry.
My Man,
If you want, take my hand, and we will make a plan.
My Brother,
I will stand with you forever, no matter the weather.

Do not be like that Man,
Who Frost penned,
And take a breath at the Inn.

For those else who need respite,
Do take my hand without worry nor fright.
For I hope these words bring you delight,
In a world where light shines a little less bright.

For together we grow,
Amongst the stifling snow.
Our priors will disappear in the fires,
Born out of our pure desires.

The night is not long,
Or full of terror,
When we are together,
To chit and chatter till dawn.

As the snow has been laid,
We go our separate ways,
On to better days.

Till we meet again,
Perhaps at another inn,
I will see you later,
My friends.

One must explore more,
To find an answer,
As We do not know—
Furthermore,
We’ve failed Those who have yet to come,
Since We could have found an outcome,
To answer Their call,
Forever more.

May be true they won,
So, we shall carry on.

Our greatest gift,
To be swift,
In complete darkness.

They shall be snide,
Keep your head held high,
For beyond the storm therein lies,
a beautiful grand blue sky.

Let them think they won,
As we carry on,
Headstrong.

Ready for whatever may come,
Showing everyone,
What we can become,
As we carry on.

The lump in the throat,
Face scrunching,
The face narrowing,
Of pain
Of love and loss
Giving Grace a chance to roll down unimpeded.

Dullness digs deeper,
Suffocating my senses,
Of hope within reach.

(Friendly
Regal
Adventurous
Natured
Klepto
Irreplaceably,
Eternal­.)

In my hands,
From the beginning,
To the end,
Through the thick,
And thin,
You will always be my best friend,
Till we meet again,
My little man,
My little guy.

Nonpareil
Strut
Tank
Excitable
Inquisitive
Noodle-****

Ashes we may fall,
Into our sorrows puddle,
Shall we rise anew.