A study in Poetry

Lone Dog

I left the gang when the gang left me,

I'd say to myself in the dark,

Home alone with you,

My love.

My sunshine,

Shining the last rays of happiness in my life.

No more words, no more friends, no more respect.

Just you.

At times finding myself speeding, speeding, speeding down highways in vien,

Trying to save what was left, your touch from the passenger seat keeping me going.

Little did I know,

I lost you too.

Getting ready to go my own way from the gang,

Loading the guns for the firefights,

Taking stock,

Getting pulled out of our love by obsession.

My baby, my baby, my wife.

I'll always have loved you, as you me.

It was the best ride of our lives.

I never meant to be a chain, I only meant to help.

Help I did,

So now I must say,

Goodbye my little wanderer, goodbye, goodbye.

We'll maybe meet again.

Thank you for giving us the chance to say that,

For still caring,

For spending one last night of bliss together,

The late night walk, a passionate dance in sad moonlight tunes, a last goodnight.

One last train ride.

You say it's not the last for these,

You say that we'll always be soulmates,

But it's so cold now I don't see it anymore.

I miss those days like you do too,

But I've grown the fuck up,

A day too late.

Looking for home,

Like a dog with a lost collar, waking up forgotten by its owners.

I'm not a stray anymore,

Not built for this still,

I guess we'll see if I still know my strut.

You seem to be doing pretty good, making me proud of who I made you.

I already feel myself going mad again,

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes,

Here come the waves,

Tidal waves of memories ripping words out of me.

My secret weapon is my hell.

I'm the man who sold his soul when he slept too long.

Here it goes again. I'll make you proud baby, don't you worry.

I'm ripping myself apart. Piece by piece.

Feels bad, feels so good.

Like a dusty and broken guitar playing a song from the old days.

Moving forward on my own, one note at a time.

I know you might join me again one day, but I just hope no one beats you to me.

If so,

I guess that means, I'll see you in my dreams again.

My favorite wandering guide.

And thank you, for using the embers of our dying flame to ignite a fire in me.