Tonight leaves with a whisper of words still to be spoken
With kind words when my mind felt dismembered and broken
Compliments you thought were lost I kept them like a tolken
An outstretched hand between endless walls
A play by play of endless falls
A phone with too many missed calls
A book left unread because I’m not good at goodbyes
Friends left unmade because I’m terrified of lies
Long drives and endless nights because I’d rather look at falling skies
So when you called me kind, or when they say job well done
I keep reminding myself I’m here to have fun
And thank you for reminding me my job is far from done
The Journey 