Everyday, a must in every way,
a well defined goodbye.
The hues, the saturation, the water color walks, the off color remarks,
not a granted, not a given, just a living.
There is no need to tear each other down to make another.
I can cry for you today…like none other.
I would dust for your prints…
but given the history,
How hard…to be good enough for you…just for one of your days.
Will I wait for you as I always have?
Watching shadows pass.
Looking for footsteps that fade fast.
Believing in your cowardly cast.
Awake for just today, seems so easy to say.
But if broken in two, at just this moment…
I can forget what it is you have to say.