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
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.