In South America, truck drivers are paid collossal amounts
of money, to deliver supplies between towns on
roads, no wider than the width of their trucks.

When you turned up on my doorstep that sunday in the rain,
your eyes told me before your lips did.

Sixty three hundred days is a long long time to wait for someone,
but I would do it all over again,
if it meant I could fall asleep in your arms one last time.

Next Autumn when the leaves turn rusty and fall from the trees,
I'll remember the afternoon we spent in Victoria park,
where you waded to the middle of the duckpond,
just because I said you wouldn't.

Your mother always told me when we stacked away the good china after Sunday lunch,
that your stubborness always got in the way of what was right.

You've been gone eight hours and still nobodies reminded me how difficult I can be at times.

Eight months later and everytime the phone rings I imagine your voice crackling down the line "come get me from the supermarket, I have sugar buns. "

You're my best friend.
You know how i have felt.
You know my every weakness,
And every problem I've ever dealt.
You understand my wonders,
And listen to my dreams.
You know how I feel about life.
And know what it all means.
You give me hope,
When none can be found.
I know you got my back.
You'll always be around.
Not once have you let me down,
Or told me i was wrong.
You understand what I go through.
Please promise you'll stay long.
Because now i want to tell you,
How much you mean to me.
To have you as my bestest friend,
For as long as the eye can see:

Every hour,
Of every day,
I feel timeless,
Unbeatable,
Irreplaceable.
But if I stop to think,
I know that's not true.
We all have an expiration date.
A hundred years from now,
There will be a whole new generation walking this planet.
So you may ask yourself,
What is the point?
This may seem unanswerable,
Unthinkable,
Unfathomable,
But not everything in life can be defined.
We have to discover it for ourselves.
We are put here to laugh,
To cry,
To shine,
To love,
To accomplish,
To master the impossible,
To break free of our binds,
To be successfull,
To be unique,
To build relationships,
To wonder,
To challenge our minds,
To expand our senses,
To take chances,
To waste no time,
To cherish the moment,
To be remembered,
To change lives,
To make the world a better place.
So next time you ponder:
Why am I here?
Know the answer is not far away.
You just have to examine your mind,
Search deep into your heart,
And find it for yourself.

So let me ask you,
One final time, my friend,
*Why are you here?

You said you would be here forever.
Where are you now?
You said you would never leave me.
Where are you now?
You said that you would always catch me when I fell.
Where are you now?
You made promises you couldn't keep.
You said things you didn't mean.
You shattered my heart into a million pieces.
You abandoned me.
Left when I was at my most vulnerable.
Now I'm left here all alone.
You were my safety net.
But you ditched me and took off.
When you left, it hurt so bad.
I've never felt so weak,
So powerless,
So unloved.
It's all because of you.
So many unanswered questions,
I would love to know the answers to.

Why aren't you still here?
Why did you leave me?
What am I supposed to do?

But the question that pains me the most,
The one that breaks me,
Is the one I have been asking,
Ever since you disappeared.

*Where are you now?

Little bud
rosebud
tiny soft and naked
waiting for spring
at times it seemed
you would fit into my hand
with one clasp I encompass
your entire being
and I would smell and taste
your sweet disorienting scent

So stilled my hand
with each breeze and each breath
waited for the perfumed brush
a scented sting on my skin
in an ancient language
I knew it was futile to translate or resist

Passing by
a poised snail without its shell
in a garden where boisterous children play
in a world without a map
a dew drop
I look up
there goes a comet without its tail