He makes me happy
He brings out the
Boy in me and
I bring out the
Man in him an
Elusive exchange of roles
One that provides memory
And one that provides promise
One that allows recollection
Of happier easier times
One that affords hope
For a better tomorrow
Our own time machine
I can’t shake off
This sadness this despair
It’s like waking from
A dream that I
Can’t forget it’s like
Knowing that I should
Break up with her
But how how do
I leave the one
Person I’ve ever known
This is how I
Feel about my country
My land my home
And now today I
Finally understand how others
Around the world feel
Sometimes in our lives
All that is required
Is grabbing the hose
And watering the dirt
With no intention really
Of ever growing anything
But it does give
Us time to think
And sometimes that time
Results in a yield
Harvested in the future
When two things disparate
Come together things happen
Either they mix temporarily
Like boxers eventually returning
To their respective corners
Or they remain together
Like pen to paper
That without the other
Either has little purpose
Be either the boxers
Or pen and paper
Someone to be avoided
Or someone to keep
Person place or thing
Sometimes proper often not
Being this being all
Is what love means
