I have the familiarity of a journey

Yet to be taken, yet one step away from you and drive

Deeper into my Internal Haze. It is voyage,

A tumble through what remains of what is to come as

you go and start and star in a wonderful life…

I cannot hold on to you.

 I would rather drown a thousand times than let you throw me

A ring of comfort, a sign of help I badly want to hold because I know that in the end

I may well be then on higher ground away from the raging tempest

But you, sweet internal haze, will drown in sorrow in my place.

The bitterness of tears,

A regret that will strike me when I hear something that reminds me of you,

The lyrics to a song we never shared but in my head

 I confided in you a thousand times

As we discovered a path unspoken,

 Mutual and with friendship, platonic but in my younger days would

Have been so sweet tasting.

We part as friends, the very best, as the poetry you sought was always in the books and pages I

Held

Open for you, the desire to understand the distance that separated us but the memories that bind

You and I

Will fade as you grow older.

Thank you for the time we had, for it was so much fun

And to you, I wish you so much love my friend, my raging tempest, my O.K. Internal Haze,

A northern isle daughter I say

Farewell…

Perhaps to

Dr

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t

Apart.

 Ian D. Hall. 2013