Work Week

missing my friend
my saviour
my lover

my arms hurt without you
my lips lie to everyone else
when they ask me if i miss you
my eyes only see you now when they're closed

cool mornings with you at my side
warm nights in my thoughts
until i sleep

i know why you're gone but it don't make it right
just you and me in the sun
alone in the night
now i have dreams to take me to you

grinning at the void

standing with you
in the dark rain
wind on our faces
fires lighting our eyes
blood on our lips

thankless battles
raging times left in decay
for what?

knee deep in want
having fourth chances to right ourselves
taking the backside on a new day
pushing the sunrise
same channels to bark

wings of steel
rusted hours
gliding too close to the waves

fat tongues letting go
twisted showers of naught
wooden forts in the weeds
apes in charge, again