Poem: Just Smile

The time has come for us to say goodbye.

This day has been planned for a while, and now it is finally here.

I do not know if the words will come out, but I think I have something to say.

The problem is I just cannot say them.

If I do then it would mean that this is all true.

This is no longer a fantasy I have been dreaming.

This is the life that I am living.

This is all real, and I am not trying to be convince.

What is happening is something that will happen to me.

It was just your turn at bat, and for once you did not miss.

There are words that have been left unsaid.

There are questions that will never get answers.

There are memories that will last a lifetime.

At the end of the day, that is all that matters.

I will not cry tears will only make it real.

I will just smile and know that you are smiling too.

Poem: Puddle

Water dripping down the wall.

Staring as it spills over the floor.

Just looking but cannot move.

The puddle starts to get bigger, and you do not see it as a problem.

This is just an obstacle that life throws your way.

One that may cause some troubles, but this journey will be okay.

Those are the things you say, but deep down not the things you mean.

This has become your way of life.

Obstacles come and hit you with things that always try to make you break.

This is one that has made a crack into the celling.

That you are watching slowing break open.

Hoping that the glue will make it last a little bit longer.

Poem: New Walk

Walking the path that holds all the secrets.

Living the dream that you never imagine.

Hunting the roads where cars seldom travel.

Believing the faith that the trees whisper.

Trying to just make it to see another day.

All the way standing with a smile beaming from your face.

That is the life that you want.

This is the journey that you want to take.

Not caring about the hurt that it brings.

Only thinking about seeing another day.

The ones that used to walk with you have fallen off.

Now there are some that are new that hang by your side.

This is your new walk and I like your stride.

Poem: Almost Out

 Where has the time gone.

It used to never end, and we never could find out where it begins.

Wasting away sleeping in the shade, not knowing what the rest of the day would hold.

To listen to the earth rattle and roll, not caring about the storm coming.

Not caring when anything would end.

Just if it begins.

Now it is a different story.

Hunting down the hours to spend a second more with you.

To hear your breath if only for second.

To just seeing you smile, and not knowing if this will be the last time.

Time has almost run out for us.

There is no way for me to rewind the clock.

It is almost time for it to spring forward.

It is almost 1 I wish we could run away before it turns 2.