Can you say it with meaning,
or is it just like
passing through.
Will there be another opportunity
or is this time
right out of the blue.
Every time I try to leave,
I end up scrambling back,
just a little bit of hope.
Have you ever really wanted
people to know you didn’t wish
to return.
How many times have you
watched a sunset wishing
it might be your last.
Seeing a full moon,
did you ever imagine,
it led your mind to vast
reparation of boots on the ground
philosophy of living life real.
good bye.
© Scott F Savage 6/2020
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