Departure

Now the clouds waste away into evenings decent
the reality begins to set in on a day passed.
Life in its evanescence has fortified truth
and what was come was once and ever will be a blast.

We encountered life in moments of glory
we went down a hill in a trash can
you my friend have given gift to this story
and finally written the final chapter and "The End."

Leaving for home becomes like the fall of rome
a ship in a glass bottle on the new regimes desk.
The wind starts blowing on my open window sill
and verse comes freely in whatever relevance.

I see now your vessel pull away from the curb
exhaust is what's left of your legacy
challenging the minotaur in the maze of forever
and I should be glad that you come out triumphant.

Leaving is still leaving and I'll miss you like I do
Niagara free-flowing from my pools of hope and joy
through child's eyes I see you and I idolize the day
so leaves the best friend of a boy.