Compressed to importance

My friends are missing, busy, or gone

I seem to be increasingly alone.

Whether by fate or by design,

I know the one thing that is mine.

If by chance I were to flee

Would there be anyone to remember me?

Not that I could just go away

if there was someone that wanted me to stay.

Compression comes as friends depart.

As jobs are scarce

There is no part

For me.

Except with you.

What am I to do

When you no longer can see me?

My beating heart once fierce and proud

Can no longer shout aloud

As pride is gone, and so the girl.

There is no one left behind these eyes

That once shown bright and mesmerized,

The world she held in the palm of her hand.

Tomorrow is another day

Alone is not the end.

But will expose a chapter yet to be writ

And a new role yet to be fit.

Compression strips me bare

So that I can see where to care

And what is really important.

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