part of me died

saturday, march 5th

When I moved to Missouri,
part of me died…
I met some of the best friends,
I ever had,
and then I left,
I became a father,
to my best friend in the world,
who is now too far away…

When I left Missouri the first time,
part of me died…
those close friends were distant,
and one would really never be close again
another would take himself away…

When I returned to Missouri,
part of me died…
my brother was gone,
my other was reeling,
in need of help,
my daughter came,
the joy of my life,
before the chaos fell upon me.

When I left the kid’s mom,
part of me died…
the separation, the anguish, 
the dark descent…
my children, the victims of war.

When my brother and my muse banished me,
part of me died…
The only two people I valued as friends,
left together,
and I stood alone…
for a long time, and more to come.

When Last Call ended,
part of me died…
an end to an era,
the turn of the millinieum.

When I left Missouri for good,
part of me died…
the loss of friends,
the search for my children,
and my destiny…

Alone, I walk alone,
to the uncertain,
and again, in Virginia, I stand at the crossroads once again.
And no matter what I choose,
part of me will die again.


3.5.05

(“part of me died” repeater and style blatantly stolen from Henry Rollins. it’s important.)