A wise man once said
A wilderness without people
Is a wasteland
A wasted land as none
Were there to love it
Appreciate it
Now I think it is all
All lands populated or vacated
Wasted, if not shared
Travels I loved, but lacking
Without someone to share them
Who will walk with me?

Drifting asleep
Between scratchy motel sheets
Smell of mildew faintly in the nose
Another night in a thousand
But no one to hold
The soft press of flesh
Against your own
The smell so sweet of one
Who wants to hold your own
And the morning comes
Holding such firm, soft, woman
And it begins to slip away
And as I begin to wake
The fuzzy memory
Of her body I try to grasp
I do very much want to feel
Woman's embrace

years of pain
and hurt
one against another
yet unwilling to admit it's over
holding on
supporting each other
but the hurt...
one last night
to love, and embrace
when it was over, in the morning
he said, "Thank you",
and LEFT

It's been awhile
Yet here I find myself again
on this dusty trail alone
I've tried so many paths
Academic ivory towers
Battlefields with comrades
Who will never leave my heart
Suburbs and picket fences
Pretending the BBQs and picnics I felt normal
yet cast about upon the world
Another airport
Another highway
To see around the next curve and I'm at home
Would you travel with me
Just for awhile?

Not just yet
But when it's over
Finally over
I plan to walk a long, long ways
I don't expect anyone
To walk the distance
Nor would want them to
It is mine not theirs
But for a while
For a while I'd like a friend
To take a few steps with me