#WritcoPoemChallenge
My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey,
and I keep circling back around
... always back to missing you.

I've dug through every crevice, digging, surfacing, glancing at resurfaced leftovers... to ponder,
how I'm stuck again.

My friend... you were my friend.
We had fun, dancing spun around...
Now, my life again...
My life is an open book.

Get a hook, catch a fish...
What a friend a fish could be...
Here!
You gave me pieces of family...

Strange symphony.
I'm not so sophisticated, nor you...
Don't we all want to be the truth!?

So soon, it seemed so long ago...
Here again, "There there.", as she pats
me on the shoulder, and I'm looking for my brothers, my sisters...
who are all over there while I'm here. You... over there.

All will ask, "Who left?".
I have to reply, " What's right!".

I'm discovering relentless neuro...
rediscovering relentless neuro...
Not an obsession, but addiction to care.
Can caring be wrong?

A new song... a new tune... needing the room for, so soon, a new symphony
has to have me...

Dear friend,... White?
Dear family,... Black?
Dear Enemy,... Reds?
A friend-emy? Yellow?
You're significant enough to write...
I'm not against you,
but with out you indefinitely...

Still, life is concieved by thought, then...
having never imagined this would be the words to our families...
It has been.
We're past the end of friend, " Hey! You there, I'm here... I'm calling to reach you. Come here, to this hopital.".

Recycle our hearts? Down two roads? Wellbriety switched its feet?
What is incomplete?

You're just special enough to write after I wronged and shamed while you blamed and denied... You tried... I tried...
What I did you did I did, what's done...

You're still just special enough to right.
So I called...

I guess a poem it has to be
fam-friend-emy,
thats nobody here with a dream concieved, and now... reality.

Set it in, stand and spin around the room
again... The grass again...
I'll circle my chair, at the desk again...
Where's my pen? ...I had a heart throb
a thought again... My friend intends...