Miles seem like universes apart
No longer a skip and a hop from my heart
Riding around site seeing or finding food
Giving in to temptation, just like the dude
Energy of your presence, I will surely miss
Giggling laughter, big smiles, and lips I desired to kiss
All that time, I waited, and waited far too long

Getting passed up, for another person’s forever song
Time is now behind me, and the days grow short
Love is no longer a driving force; that mission, I abort
Favoring the hunt for a few more smiles, moments, and dreams
Before this stitched bear, bursts at the seams


“To be kind”


Kind, it’s how I am in nature, to the fellow man, to my colleagues and peers,

Smiling, humble, not better, not worse, just kind enough to give input from the heart,

Helpful, lending a hand where needed if can, standing alongside when the rough times come,

Sharing an ear for the weary, the uncertain, the needing, and the ones I call my friends,

I have bent backwards, dirtied my hands, and stained my name to help,

Patience has grown thin, the sun light fainting dim, and I’m going on a whim,

This therapist, this ear of all hearing, this shoulder of tears, this heart that holds secrets,

Has it not been there repeatedly without fail? Has it not been the crutch? Yet it never seems to be enough…

How would the world I know react, if I quit being so kind?

If I said to go talk to someone else, or to forget about me when you have a problem and need to speak,

How would it feel to be left on the cliff waiting, no ride, no destination, nobody around to keep your sanity? 

In the end, it doesn’t even matter; ashes to ashes, dust to dust; the truth…


To be kind… nevermore.