Why then
do people 
complain why
knock upon
any door
upon which 
they will
never enter 
not because 
it won’t 
open but 
because they 
prefer to 
stay in 
the rain 
barking at 
clouds that 
they’re wet

I’ve looked everywhere 
I thought to
that it might 
be but isn’t 
everywhere it might’ve 
that I might’ve 
but it isn’t 
just where can 
one shoe go 
where the other 
one can’t don’t 
two things similar 
always stay together 
I guess not 
so now what 
am I supposed 
to do go 
out and about 
what’s a pair
when missing one 

One of 
the hardest 
things to 
be is
just that

and never 
give the 
reason as
to why 
just that

If you upon
weary need rest
here you will 
find awaiting you 
always a place 
next to my
hearth upon which 
to warm whenever 
and a place 
to safely sleep 
and upon waking 
food to eat
and someone who 
will listen to 
your stories of
travel triumph treasure
and yes even 
your own tragedies 

If I wanted 
you to disappear 
I would’ve made 
you a genie
one upon which 
to happily wish
and then watch
but not genie
did I make 
but rather man
made full of 
hope and dream 
of playful desire
and even despair 
plump with humility 
humanity and humor 
my own whom
never a whomever 
so wherever you 
have gone come 
back to me 
my favorite friend 
your fellow friend 
is awaiting you