THE PRODIGAL FRIEND

Mar 13, 2008 - 10:24 AM PST

Ink spills on my paper and conveys my silly thoughts
it robs me of my time while i know that i ought
to pay simple heed to the lessons i'll never learn
since i'm off in a seperate place where ideas churn and churn
over in my mind and i cannot forget
the subjects of conversations from every time we'd sit
and toss these thoughts around like an old leather ball
and as we'd toss we'd pray that the ball would never fall
so we could sit and talk as if all time had stopped
but days still passed us by even thought we broke the clock.
and now we awake, ten weeks to the day
that i lost my grip and you began to slip away.
i miss you more than the cat i had as a boy
for whom every day i'd craft a brand new toy
of tiny twigs and yarn, dipped in tuna fish.
one day he ran away and that night i wished
upon the first star to catch my eye that he' not be hurt
but find a nice place to rest; warm branches and soft dirt.
and i'd cry and cry for hours because i'd lost my friend
and honestly i thought that my world had met its end.
but now you've come back, back from the abyss
and you say that you love nothing more than this:
to pick up where we left, like nothing ever changed,
but honestly, my friend, you must be quite deranged
to think that once you left, my world would cease to turn,
and i would simply sit, and wait for your return
no. now i'm my own man, i stepped out of your shadow.
you could see me on the street i'd pass. you'd never know.
that's how much i've changed, you won't believe your eyes.
our distance has become twice wider than the skies.
now, go and be yourself, and i, i shall be mine.
just give me a call for coffee. i'll come if i have time,
and we'll sit and talk for days, like we would before,
but i'm sorry friend, if you feel that you need more
than the time that i can give you and not neglect the else,
just go find your old love,she waits loyal on your shelf.