Faces
in my head.
Long gone
emotions drawn.
It’s been a little while,
old friend.
How have you been carrying on?
I placed a little too much emphasis
on being cold
and getting colder.
Moving far away,
Old Son,
was probably the smartest maneuver.
People just don’t care anymore,
like they did
when I didn’t.
We’ve all come a long way
since then,
some of us just won’t admit it.
Pour up another round.
Some other clown
drank the last one down.
You and I
come back around;
the reason why
we let our feelings die.
You tell
and I couldn’t have said it
any better.
Back and forth for hours.
Politics and religion,
but never weather.
We’re not here
to waste time,
or respiration.
Time is short,
so is the journey,
and the destination…
… well…
that’s where we see differently.
You say the sky,
I say the sea,
but we’ll both go in the ground,
eventually.
Pour another round
and remember me.
I’ve been all alone
with my memories.
Faces in my head
keep me company.
Soon I’ll wander off;
so, what’s it gonna be?
One more for the road,
or are you done with me?
HG – 2019
