the cold night

the eastern blues

the gushing winds saying

“go home, go home”

a friend saying goodnight to you

the long walks

the long talks

of friend old and new

gossips under the starlit skies shine upon like dew

the mother says “hi, hello, goodbye”

begging her daughter to come back home

a friend telling stories of the old and wild days of yore

“yes” they all say

but i say “no”

no to this

and yes to going home.

this is the latest time i have come home to

i am dead meat so to say

yet i’m still saved

and here in my bed i lay

good luck to my old friends going home

i should see you guys soon

and as i sleep tonight,

i will dream of you all.


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