Fridays were always fun.

Jack was always the bold one, but once you knew him, it wasn’t that bad. You be surprised, once he got going, he became the life of the party.

Jerry was sweet and got along with everyone, though if you cornered him, he has one hell-of-a-punch.

Tito was smooth too, and like Jerry, got along with everyone. But became a bit bitter later in life.

Jim, Jose and Bulleit—man those three guys always got into trouble. They were ok at first, but we had a falling out as they fought with themselves and everyone else. Probably for the best not to worry about them.

And Mary. I don’t know how to explain it. She had a certain allure, an air about her. She is sweet, good looking, and super funny. No matter who she is with she can have a good time, down to party whenever.  

I suppose we all have lives now.
Too responsible.
But we deserve to have a good time, right?
It is a Friday.
I’ll be honest out of everyone I’d contact, it would be Mary. Maybe Jack and Jerry, only if Mary said she was cool with them as well. Anyone else though and the good times will not roll.

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-****