Tired friend,
When conversation fades
What is left in the end?
Are you happy
Or so bitter
To the world again?

This is good.
We are good.
And I can't think
Of what
Would be better.

Left alone in the wind,
Make up words
For life's sins.
When it's an effort
To keep us going,
What's the point?

We will be
Split apart
For our own
Selfish needs

I have no mind
For dollars, dates, and times.

I wrote words in the walls
I can't remember
And left images behind
I cannot forget.

The memory of you

Has always been

The faint expression

Across my face