Departure
If I’ve learned anything since
Your departure its that I want
To be a learner, an instructor,
A generator of the treatments
Done to Henry James,
It’s that I want to be a
Better man, I want to vow
To bow low all of my days,
That through fog and haze I
Would lay a hold of all that
Is good, wouldn’t it be far
From me that I back far
From me that I back
Down from these temptations
So common to weak men,
Like a mouse in a maze I
Feel the push to bond each
Corner and gasp and pant
For someone to listen to me
Every word doesn’t have to be
The greatest constructed poet,
Every dream doesn’t have to
Come true, but its where you
Stand, where you feel when
You look at you, when in
The mirror there are no lies
About how you were made
