The ones that leave us first,
Their uneven ground we ever tread.
Stumbling after each of them,
Wading through their wake.
But God forbid we take their path,
And fall hard upon such wasted life.
Fumbling for their left behinds,
Waiting for that great mistake.

Tom Lefort - May 2023

we started from
hi and hello
but we never
ended up
saying
good bye

we just left
or one of us
didn’t

Everything sad--
A soul has left,
we are crying
to act that
we are living.
A man stands
under the tree,
hanging his heart
to think
it will be free.
He needs home
to be loved,
he needs home
to feel a love.
The night was dancing
without the music.
Everything sad--
in the silence,
we know that
he has gone.

i am left with
all these alien feelings
as you stand by the window
rain and wind slowly
make their way into you
the light from your cigarette
becomes colorless
in and out...every breath
the whisper of being here
gives the idea of being out of place
as you will without-end be a long goodbye