You've done this before
and all that came from it
was hurt & regret
in the end
the only place left to go
is home
and you know exactly
where that is
so don't burn the attic
or the walls
the hallway
or the lounge
there is fear
there is stress
but beyond that
is success
so stop
pause
and breathe
there is a mountain of troubles
left to defeat
time isn't your friend
and health isn't mine
so there's no time for games
and no energy left to drain
and so you stop
STOP RUNNING!!!
there's misery where you're running to
there is grief
there is sadness
there is hurt
there is regret
there's a life where you run from
there are troubles
there are solutions
there is happiness
there is love

but if you run
you'll find yourself far enough
to never find the way
that leads back
home

You are my friend…..

One of maybe two or three
I give that label to
and now you’re moving far away
I don’t know what to do

Of all the people in my life
you're one I like the most
And when you’re gone I fear I’ll be
a lost and empty ghost

In rough times you could make me laugh
No matter if crying
That’s how it was for you and I
Song birds always singing

Seldom in life those come along
with whom you just connect
No effort needed to belong
Each other, you both get

In a dark sky, you’re my North Star
Beacon of light and hope
But now it’s just an empty space
Left with six feet of rope

And selfishly, in fact I'd do
about most anything
If I could get you not to leave
Forever we could sing

But doing so would mean that you
Would live life in a cage
Taking away what makes you, You
It wouldn’t be the same

I’m not that selfish even though
the pain rips at my core
I’d take it for eternity
If it meant you weren’t sore

My dearest friend I hope you know
I love you very much
And even though you won’t be close;
Can not reach out and touch

I know we’ll talk and even see
each other time to time
When touching base or catching up
To know each other’s fine

But like a tide, sometimes in life
Friendships will ebb and flow
Each person has a life to live
And down a path we go

And even in those times when we
might drift further apart
You’re someone I’ll always hold near
and cherish in my heart

Fly Fly away now little bird
Go off and spread your wings
And I’ll wait here till you return
When once again we sing

We ponder on our
First kiss
First love,
But they're all in the past

We forget
Love is the race
where we win when
We finish
Last

Reduction asper daylight hours to worship
will immediately arise after
     2018 North American orbital trip,
viz zits summer solstice (human primal
     solar deification) riding astride spaceship
Earth, albeit 6:07 Ante Meridiem

     Thursday June 21st noticeably slip
ping thru space beginning to harvest
     incremental darkness as Gaia rip
pulls across wrinkle in time
     daylight will undermine a loss,

     and over the next month approximately jip
ping United States kinsfolk, who revere El Sol  
     quotidian solar rays, by one hour
     and eight minutes (i.e. 4080 seconds),
     thence trumpeting seriously
     moonlighting re:

     getting down to brass tacks business - grip
ping a markedly steadfast advancement,
     whence August arrives (watch out),
     cuz cutthroat prime rate (zero APR) doth clip,
and clock about two minutes per diem,
     quite a substantial blip.

the first holiday is the hardest
the first morning is the hardest
the first meal is the hardest
the first bath is the hardest
the first illness is the hardest
the first joy is the hardest
the first ocean trip is the hardest
the first broken wrist is the hardest
the first loss is the hardest
the first hurt is the hardest
the first love is the hardest
the first hate is the hardest

the second is too
(without you).