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That, that kept the bible beside his bed
That thanked God every morning he was not dead

I am a man
That, that has no regrets
That forgives and forgets

I am a man
That, that did not want it all
That preferred living small

I am a man
That, that learned from making mistakes
That understood what was at stake

I am a man
That, that never forgot a name
That refused to play all the games

I am a man
That, that knew he was not perfect
That just tried to be correct

I am a man
That, that had no problem admitting to wrong
That admits to being a little headstrong

I am a man
That, that did not mind to share
That would comfort you in your despair

I am a man
That, that will never forget where he was raised
That will never forget those days

I am a man
That, that love has been bitter sweet
That, the one, he has yet to meet

I am a man
That, that has not forgotten
That he is just
A man
!!
When did humans loose the ability to be human

??
There was a knock at the door
The doc. came through
This is what came out of his mouth
There is no more I can do
I am sorry for you

It was all I could do
I tried
Not to cry
I fail to my knees
I cried out
Why me
I am not ready to say goodbye
How long before I die
This has got to be a lie

I pulled myself up
Be strong
He is not wrong
It is not about how long
It is on God's terms
It is what he taught
What I have learned

If you see me
Do not feel for me
Let me know
I was a good man to know

Who knows
How fast or slow
I could go tomorrow
I am not feeling low
I know
I will see the golden road
I will see God face to face
I will finally be able to say
Hello
!!
Hello
yesterday, I kissed and danced
in the spring rain, as it fell to the earth
in first light, then heavy drops
there was a massive gray storm cloud,
but a corner of the sky was illuminated
with the hues of a red, pink, and orange sunset
I stood there and watched
the sky cry in bliss,
then in icy agony,
and its tears are what nourishes this world
and makes it thrive.
and I know nothing ever lasts
like the wind,
everything flies away.
but the clouds,
the stars, and moon
the sunsets, and teary skies,
have always been there for me,
for us.
so yesterday,
I kissed and danced
in the spring rain.
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 Mar 2017 mybarefootdrive
Rai
Meet me for coffee
At the corner of 29th Avenue
On a sunny summers day
Some time in June
2020

Meet me
Next to the fountain in Trafalgar Square
It will be a frosty
New Year's Eve
2021

Meet me
Just past the junction
Junction 21
Not sure where it's near to
But I need to follow the M4 to get there
I'll be driving a red Morris minor
2pm
2022

Meet me
At the end of my street
You should know where to find me
If you've kept all the above dates that is
It could be raining
Bring a brolly
12 noon
April 2023


Meet me
Come celebrate my birthday
Its cold outside so wear a warm coat
Don't be late
I've missed you like crazy
12 Feb
2024
(Her name was Geraldine Cohen.
She lived in Miami Beach.
I was 21. She was 35.
I will always love her.)*

Yellow fizzies in the lime cabana,
Bronze banana at five-fifteen,
Downing dizzies in a timely manner,
Getting foxy with you, Geraldine.
Hold yourself back, girl,
Rest those wretched fists
The laughter is surrounding us
Don't try to make it quick

Your customs may not differ
From those who face the west
But slow your heart rate, girl,
For the hunter can hear best

Whisper behind the willows
And set your secrets free
They don't dominate you, girl,
Yet predate on you and me

Now, if the majority strikes
You should never dare wither
You're safe when I'm around
So... What if, girl?
I.
There has been a death,
a sickness,
a love affair,
a calamity,
a journey.

II.
You are none the better
but you are none
the worse.

III.
You start missing them,
finally,
when you are driving home one day.

IV.
You made a lot of jokes about this.
More than were appropriate - all of you
did.
It was the best you could do
when it happened when everything
happened and now you are
still laughing at the ghost of things you all said
two months ago when it was as though the door
would still open.

V.
You live in that room now.

VI.
You live in that room and it doesn't even smell like him anymore.

VII.
You don't feel guilt. You feel guilt about a lot of things but not about
this.
This was not your fault, this was no one's fault and
you know it.
You all know it.

VIII.
Sometimes you find it very ironic that you
are still alive.
You wonder if he ever considered, in the six months before,
the idea what one step eleven stories up would determine
not only the loss but several people's
unwillingness to die.

X.
The joke you made was that killing yourself is no longer original.
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