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My heart will be with you

Though I am miles and miles away-

An intent of love so true

As the coming rains of May

Like the cool touch of morning dew

Or the sun‟s decision to stay

Like a mystery you knew

Or a prayer prayed everyday-

You are the home of my youth

The origin of all I knew

From which my mind and soul grew

Into the current being-

Praising and singing-

The eye of the storm

Revealing the sun‟s rays after the thunder, darkness, lightning

In a far and distant land,

The sun is shining and bright.

Teardrops from heaven are not falling

Beating an uncommon rhyme to chase away the light

Thousands of miles away

Strange faces are laughing in mirror-like reaction

As shadow-hidden eyes flood with tears,

And noise of a city creates chaos and commotion.

Tilling the land, brown hands are grasping dirt

As a child’s deep slumber remains unbroken.

Gunshots ring two inches from a man’s ear

While a friend’s hidden love remains unspoken.

A family is gathering around a table to break bread

While a desperate woman contemplates escape.

A group of strangers in plaid stand to wait for soup

As teenagers attempt fixing a detached bumper with tape.

The sun is beating down with harsh indifference

Somewhere halfway around the world and over,

But here, it’s dark and it’s raining-

Flooding the land and forcing the sleepy-eyed to take cover.

What defines a home?

A family stationed?

The secret paths roamed?

The friendships fashioned?

When does “goodbye” mean forever?

The last time seeing their faces?

When all connections are severed?

When good times past leave no traces?

Does it hurt to reach such a point?

When “see you tomorrow” never happens?

Realizing that shared interests kept you in joint

Now has no meaning for ties former have fallen.

One final goodbye to pull at the heart:

For moments cherished taken for granted-

For great memories never started-

For unrevealed emotions as we parted-

We leave our roots and branches

As golden leaves of the fall.

Goodbye, my friend.

Goodbye, my past,

Goodbye to all.

I wonder where you are now

Since I left without saying goodbye-

You probably don’t remember me-

I was pretty forgettable and probably shy.

I wonder what you look like,

Where you’ve gone, who’ve you’ve met-

You probably don’t remember me-

You’re not the same person I bet.

I wonder how much you’ve changed,

If you’re still nice or if you’re not-

You probably don’t even remember me-

I wonder if you look back or if you forgot.

I wonder what you’re doing,

What your plans for the future are-

You probably don’t even remember me-

Our friendship, as I remember, reaches back pretty far.

I wonder if we could be friends again,

If it would be as comfortable as it was then-

Well, probably not, you won’t remember me-

“God Bless”…a final greeting I’ll send

In a dark wooded forest,

there is a stream of light

which takes away the oncoming darkness

filling the mind with fright.

Instead of unknown things to the senses,

there is peace in these woods;

no human voices filling the air

behind clothing with dark hoods.

The stones are unmoving,

and the leaves seem to be still.

Even when the wind creeps over,

in the air, no sounds will fill.

Outside of one’s mind in the world

These are objects only seen,

But inside the heart,

It is more than a dream that had been.