It must be 
the age that 
we are when 
leaving is becoming 
more the rule 
than the exception 
it’s every day
or seems so 
that we lose 
another old friend 
but what never 
does really go 
are the memories 
rest in peace 
to those who 
left too soon

Happiness is probably 
the most simple 
emotion it’s acquired 
simply by saying 
I am happy
and only requires 
oneself to be 

Standing here now 
and looking back 
why are things 
always crystal clear 
because the future’s 
a foggy mess 
meant for those 
who are brave 
enough or broke 
enough or’ve been
broken down enough 
that even fog
looks like a 
warm welcoming embrace 

There is something 
in this nothing 
almost like water 
is this air
light and sound 
darkness quiet found
it’s what I 
imagine the inside 
of a balloon 
to be like 
if I were 
to be inside 
of a balloon 
which I am 

Sit with me 
and do nothing 
let us listen 
to each other 
and utter hush
be my silence 
I your quiet 
and when one 
of us wishes 
to speak let
us both remember 
that the heart 
knows no words