Hatred runs deep, Hatred runs true
Wright now there's no helping you
You come like a snake and leave like a mouse
All this time and help you want me out the house
That's fine but end of the day I'll be just fine

2 little doggies won in the fair
Kept in the family many a year

Both cherished and adored
Of course so all could see

Yet one day they took a walk
Not by vain ones but by a crook

Rest assured crook had no fear
Simply smiling at your dispair

Looks like another trip to the fair
Such a facade clutching you near

Yet richness lies in yourself and not Those fools whom sit around you

Though even fools can gather knowledge

Our poems are fabrics

knit with the dreams inside
laid out in the open
so may a passing eye
grant a glance

a pausing mind
decides for a fleeting moment
to wear

thinking them their own.

Like where you are off to you see
Just the right place for one to be

If there had only been ample notice
You would have with you a novice

For now tis a simple wait it be
Ever patiently under nearby tree

Upon return many blank pages
Will soak in ink from many ages

So athirst for a new awareness
Simply turn please don't digress

Even gone you have been with me
Whole time both sitting under tree

It's like trying to move those beads along faster toward the spiral of an hourglass
To reach that exact moment of knowing, reconciliation in growing together or otherwise
Only in being lost within you could I possibly step outwards offering anything of value
I'll always have that openness to help
us in any guiding way
The only thing I can do is be patient
As far as I know we both want to be together or at least I thought so